In the palace, in Mingzhao Hall.
Lin Ran had gone for a few hours.
The incense burner was lit with ambergris, but there was still a faint smell of blood in the air.
Lin Ran rubbed his nose and did not leave the girl here. Instead, he went to the imperial study.
On the desk, all kinds of scrolls were piled up like a mountain, almost covering the empress's figure.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew past her. The empress looked up and saw Lin Ran standing in the imperial study with a little girl in his arms.
The empress was stunned for a moment. Then she stood up and teased, "I have so many consorts in the palace. Why do you have to bring back a homeless child?"
Surprisingly, Lin Ran didn't talk back. He just looked at the little girl in his arms. "She's the only one left in her village."