Back when they were insignificant, no one listened to anything they said; now that Yue Mingxuan had secured a place in the palace, their food, clothing, and daily provisions had improved tremendously.
After finishing the meal, sipping tea, and picking his teeth, Yue Mingxuan began to reflect on whether he should express some gratitude to Shang Qinghua.
After all, Shang Qinghua had sent him quite a bit of beef jerky.
Suddenly, the candle flame flickered.
The window flew open and a figure flipped inside before quickly shutting it again.
Yue Mingxuan froze for a moment, then frowned as he looked at the person, why was it Gu Xiang again?
"Group Leader Yue, over the past few days the Flying Opera Group has repeatedly been sabotaged by outside intruders. Many sisters have been injured. Please give your orders," Gu Xiang said while kneeling on one knee beside Yue Mingxuan.
Yue Mingxuan studied her.
This Gu Xiang still could not be fully trusted.
