Ping Guo’s expression turned serious because she felt Luo Luo’s determination. If Luo Luo was actually hurt in Zhou Palace, then she and Mo Yu wouldn’t be able to handle the consequences afterward. The most important thing was that the Queen didn’t know about tonight’s event. What could she do against the rage of the Crimson River of Eight Hundred Miles?
“What’s so good about that youngster named Chen Chang Sheng? Why do you care about him so much?” She looked at Luo Luo confusingly.
“This is not something you should care about, nor is it something you actually care about.”
Luo Luo lifted her right hand slightly and the whip was dragged across the floor. She looked at Princess Ping Guo and said, “I don’t care about your intentions. I just need you to command the people outside to make path for me. I need to go join the Ivy Festival now.”
Princess Ping Guo was silent. Although she seemed to struggle inside, she was actually calculating the time silently. After making sure there was enough time for Mo Yu to trap that youngster in Tong Palace, she then picked up her head and smiled.
“Sure, go ahead,” she looked at Luo Luo, “I hope you still can make it.”