Seeing the palace mistress nod, Yun chujiu said, “Then let’s first find out where those people are locked up, and then think of a way to save them.”
The palace mistress had already treated Yun chujiu as her backbone, so she naturally had no objections. The two of them activated the concealment talisman and carefully left the bedroom.
The palace mistress was a fourth level spiritual venerable, and with the concealment talisman, it was still very easy for her to avoid the patrolling guards. She found that there was actually not a single trace of spiritual power fluctuation on Yun Chujiu’s body, and could not help but feel strange, how did the little rascal hide the spiritual energy fluctuations on his body?
The palace master’s wife was full of questions, but now was not the time to answer them. If she could really escape this disaster, then she would ask her.