"Madam."
"You may leave," the red-clad woman said languidly.
The woman didn't dare say another word. She bowed and withdrew.
Ye Qianning turned and gave Zhan Chi a look. Zhan Chi, still carrying the little girl, quietly disappeared from the rooftop.
'I didn't expect things to be this complicated,' Zhan Chi thought. 'This woman in red is actually connected to the death of the young Princely Heir all those years ago. Who is she?'
The appearance of the woman in red confirmed Ye Qianning's suspicions. 'The last two children didn't die of some incurable disease. How vicious. This method is even crueler than killing Prince Changyang and the Princess Consort directly.'
"You heard all that. You know what to do next, right?" Ye Qianning asked, looking up at him.
"I'm not in the habit of stealing other people's credit."
