Su Luo's heart immediately skipped a beat.
That voice was all too familiar, she had heard it just this morning, it was Han Zhao!
At this moment, him chasing all the way to the city gate could definitely not be for anything good.
Behind Han Zhao were several Imperial Guards and a little eunuch.
The eunuch held a tray in his hand, and on the tray was a bright yellow imperial decree!
Han Zhao wiped the sweat droplets from his forehead.
This rush over here had nearly cost him his life.
But Emperor Yue had given a strict order, if he didn't catch up to Wei Shu and deliver the imperial decree, then he might as well not return to the Imperial Palace.
Han Zhao conjured up a smile on his face: "Your Highness Prince Huan, His Majesty has issued an imperial decree. Would Your Highness prefer to receive it here, or would you rather return to King Huan Residence to receive it?"
Wei Shu's expression stiffened, a somber glint flickered in his eyes.
