Watching Xia Hau and Ruan Xue leave, An Yiqing returned to her guest room. She lowered her gaze and pondered for a moment, then took a shawl from the coat rack, draped it over her shoulders, and left the room.
The last level of the underground palace was where the leader of the Bruch Family rested and worked. An Yiqing, wearing a long white dress, leisurely walked on the soft, dark red carpet. She strolled to the end of the corridor, stood in front of a room, and knocked on the door.
Before long, the screen beside the door lit up, and Sicily's face appeared on the screen.
"Miss An? Why is it you?" He seemed somewhat surprised, as if he hadn't expected An Yiqing to come here.
An Yiqing smiled faintly, "I'm here to discuss something with His Royal Highness the Prince. I wonder if it's convenient now?"
Sicily turned his head for a glance and then nodded, "Please wait a moment, I'll open the door for you right away."
