"Where are you taking me?"
In Zichen Palace, Mu Qingge was being swiftly led by Si Mo.
Even with her height, she needed to jog to keep up with the man's pace. This hurried appearance left her quite astonished.
However, Si Mo remained silent, only gripping her hand tightly and continuously speeding up.
"Your Majesty!"
"Princess!"
The passing palace maids and Demon Guards all knelt down. The aura Si Mo carried brushed against them, causing their skin to sting, yet they held their breath, not daring to breathe loudly.
"Hey..."
Mu Qingge couldn't help but speak again.
But this time, as soon as she opened her mouth, she was lifted, directly cradled horizontally in Si Mo's arms. Mu Qingge was shocked in her heart and looked up at the cold, chiseled features of Si Mo.
"You're walking too slowly," Si Mo replied indifferently.
"..." Mu Qingge inwardly complained, 'You're the one walking too fast, okay!'
But now was not the time to argue about speed, rather—
