Yue Mingxuan shook his head and carefully recalled every interaction he had had with his father.
There had been nothing unusual in his expressions, nor in his actions.
He had appeared to be nothing more than a father devoted entirely to his child, without any sign of ulterior motive.
If there was anything strange at all, it was only that body.
That body was far too frail as though it might collapse at any moment.
After pondering for a long while, Yue Mingxuan finally decided to investigate personally.
He changed into night attire and put on a mask.
When Xie Yunlan saw that he intended to go out, he insisted on following him.
Yue Mingxuan could not stop him, so he simply let him come along.
After all, Xie Yunlan's qinggong was quite exceptional.
With him there, Yue Mingxuan would not be at any disadvantage.
"Let's go to the imperial palace," Xie Yunlan said when he saw that Yue Mingxuan had finished preparing.
