It's not that she doesn't want to appear, but poor little Jing Hong seems to be under surveillance.
She noticed early on that beyond the window, slightly ajar, there was a crack, and a palace maid was sneakily watching inside.
The deep palace courtyard is complex and tangled, with various factions spying on each other and secretly planting informers; this is quite normal.
It's just that some are aware, while others are not.
Qu Tan'er doesn't know if little Jing Hong is aware or not.
But judging from his reaction, it seems he's unaware.
Alas, let me give him a hand.
Qu Tan'er raised her hand, and a stream of Spiritual Energy struck the window frame, suddenly opening the once ajar window!
"Ah!..." The palace maid outside cried out involuntarily.
The sound was small, yet Jing Hong heard it; his face changed, "Get out."
