The Emperor’s expression darkened.
An Delu’s face did not look much better.
Princess Consort Mo was clearly lying. Who would wander the streets until the crack of dawn simply because they missed someone too deeply? Even in the warmth of summer, such a thing would be unlikely, let alone in the bitter cold of winter. In weather like this, a person would freeze stiff in no time. To wander about like that was clearly seeking unnecessary hardship; it was impossible.
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