After crossing over, the demon king rolled in my arms and acted like a spoiled child

Chapter 162 The Empress is Not Dead

After waiting for about two hours, Bai Jiyue sensed the little mouse and finally came out.

She jumped down from the tree and waited for a moment, then saw the little mouse dart out of the darkness.

She immediately squatted down and stretched out her hand. The little mouse skillfully crawled into her palm and lifted its hind legs.

Bai Jiyue noticed that the note tied to the little mouse's leg had been changed, so she immediately untied it and saw a line of text.

The characters were crooked and shaky, as if the hand was trembling while writing them.

Mingyuan peeked out from behind Bai Jiyue and asked, "What do you mean?"

The writing was nonsensical and completely incomprehensible.

Bai Jiyue exclaimed excitedly, "It was written by the Empress; she replied using coded language."

She immediately deciphered the coded message given to her by Prince Qing: "My martial arts are completely crippled, but my life is not in danger. I am to be confined to Kunning Palace. The Empress Dowager is safe and is to be placed under house arrest in Cining Palace."

"Fortunately, the Empress and the Empress Dowager are both alright," Bai Jiyue said.

"The Empress must have suffered a lot." Mingyuan's expression was solemn.

Bai Jiyue sighed.

Yes! Given the Emperor's twisted nature, I wonder how he will torture the Empress.

The empress casually wrote on the paper that her martial arts had been crippled, but judging from the words she wrote, it was clear that it was not just a matter of her martial arts being crippled; she might have become so weak that she didn't even have the strength to hold a pen.

If it were just physical pain, she might be able to bear it, but how could someone like the Human Emperor not mentally torment her?

The empress was born into nobility and grew up in luxury. Later, she became the mother of the nation. How noble was her self-esteem? Could she possibly withstand the insults of the emperor?

Thinking of this, Bai Jiyue felt heartbroken.

Fortunately, the person is still alive, and as long as there is life, there is still hope.

"What do we do now?" Mingyuan asked.

"We can only wait until His Highness Prince Qing arrives in the capital and makes the decision. For now, let's inquire about the situation in the court again," Bai Jiyue replied in a deep voice.

She asked the little mouse to lead them to a place to stay, and the little mouse did not disappoint, leading them to an abandoned house.

This is a two-courtyard house, with five rooms in each courtyard. Although the courtyard is overgrown with weeds, the layout shows that it has been carefully arranged.

The owner of such a house should be considered moderately wealthy, at least a minor official in the capital or a rich merchant.

Even if a minor official is convicted, his house will be seized and resold by the government. How could it be abandoned when it was perfectly fine?

The house has many rooms, but it's covered in dirt, clearly indicating that it has been abandoned for a long time.

They found a room, cleaned it up a bit, and planned to rest there.

There was a bed and bedding in the room, but the bedding was filthy.

Fortunately, the weather was warm, so it was fine without blankets. Bai Jiyue threw away the dirty blankets and planned to sleep on the bed with her clothes on.

There was a couch by the window in the room, where Mingyuan slept. That way, if anything happened, the two of them could look after each other.

Before going to sleep, the two of them dropped their pretenses.

When the little mouse saw Bai Jiyue's true face, it squeaked and circled around her.

Bai Jiyue sensed its excitement, bent down and reached out, and it climbed into its palm.

Bai Jiyue lifted it up to her face and asked with a smile, "What are you so happy about?"

The little mouse squeaked twice and brought its pointed mouth close to Bai Jiyue's face.

Bai Jiyue didn't hide; she wanted to see what it was going to do.

Suddenly a large hand came over, grabbed the little mouse by the tail, and threw it to the ground. The little mouse let out a miserable "squeak".

"Want to get crushed? Try getting any closer!" Mingyuan glared fiercely at the little mouse.

The little mouse dared not make a sound, and only glanced at Bai Jiyue with a wronged expression before slipping away along the base of the wall.