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“Miss! Miss! Why are you still standing there, lost in thought? Hurry, let's go! If the servants catch us, it'll be over!”

The next moment, Shen Zhi Ning was forced to open her eyes by a violent shaking. Under the cold, pale moonlight, Yu Zhu's forehead was beaded with sweat from fear.

Wait! Yu Zhu? Wasn't she already dead? How could she see Yu Zhu?

Could it be that everything was just a dream?

Shen Zhi Ning, in disbelief, pinched herself. Ouch… it hurt! What was going on?

“My lady, if we don’t leave now, it’ll really be too late! Since that’s the case, forgive me for being forward!”

Before Shen Zhi Ning could react, Yu Zhu grabbed her wrist and ran off wildly. They didn’t stop until they reached an inconspicuous alley.

Shen Zhi Ning felt bewildered. Hadn’t she died in the depths of the palace? Why was she standing here, alive and well, and why did this scene feel so familiar?

She halted.

Yu Zhu, seeing her mistress stop again, guardedly placed herself in front of Shen Zhi Ning, keeping watch.

“Yu Zhu, what time is it now?”

“Miss, it’s already the hour of Hai. The carriage at the city gate has been waiting for us for quite a while.”

Shen Zhi Ning rubbed her forehead.

“No, I mean… what year is it?”

Yu Zhu was puzzled but answered honestly, “It’s the thirteenth year of the Great Qing. We just snuck out of the mansion, and now we’re heading to the carriage.”

Seeing her mistress ask a question even a three-year-old could answer, Yu Zhu could only silen