The night was very deep.
The street outside the courtyard was still bustling.
The sick were making a fuss, the healthy villagers were causing a commotion, guards were busy helping, and the hastily assembled medical team was also busy.
It was so noisy that even the patients couldn't rest.
No one expected that under such circumstances, there would be an incident on the Imperial Family's side.
Someone grabbed Chu Minghao and threw him to the ground.
"Chu Qianli!"
Chu Minghao was dragged out from his bed, still wearing his robe.
He prided himself on his Martial Arts skills, yet he didn't expect that under Chu Qianli's hands, he couldn't withstand even ten moves!
When did this bastard's Martial Arts become so good?
But that wasn't the key point; the key point was that in the middle of the night, she didn't even give him time to put on clothes, directly dragging him here; what did she mean by that?
"I ask you, today, did you burn a villager named Anuo to death?"
