Thinking of this, Chu Yicheng hugged the lovely person in his arms and said softly: "After dawn, are you willing to follow me to the border?"

  "The border." Fengli was startled. She thought, "That's not a good place at all. It's remote and poor. How can it compare to the capital?"

  She didn't answer him immediately, but instead asked: "Is your hometown on the border?"

  "It can be said that it is." Chu Yicheng said: "Although the place is not as good as the capital, it's quite fun there. Are you willing to follow me?"

  "Fengli smiled and said: 'I'm afraid you'll be disappointed, young master. I've already sold myself to Xingxiang Tower and signed a lifelong contract. There's no way for me to leave.'"

  "Oh. If I can take back the contract for you, will you follow me?" Chu Yicheng persisted. Just to not let himself lose a 'servant' concubine."

  "Master, I'm afraid I cannot follow you. In life, I belong to the Drunken Fragrance Pavilion, and in death, I will be a ghost of the Drunken Fragrance Pavilion. Please forgive me, Master." Fengli said politely. She was not mad, how could she possibly go to the border?

  Although she was reluctant to part with this handsome man, compared to her glorious wealth and nobility, she still couldn't bear to give up this life of luxury.

  Chu Yicheng didn't insist either. He let those 'women' choose for themselves. If they were willing to follow, then they followed. If not, he wouldn't force them.

  But he saw the expression on Feng Li's face and knew what she was thinking. It's still not that they despise the bitter days of the border. Women, ah. What a selfish and hypocritical group of people. Always thinking for themselves.

  So he thought. The last bit of good feeling he had for her also disappeared. He let go and pushed her away, telling her to sleep on the small bed. Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep too.

  And then, after Yan Xijun fell from that black 'hole', she first fainted. Later, when she slowly came to and opened her eyes, she couldn't see anything. It was pitch black.

  It was pitch black. She couldn't see her fingers when she stretched out her hand. Yan Xizhen felt her way and struggled to get up. She didn't have time to care about the pain on her left cheek. She remembered that her left face had been touched by the beam of the house. The burning sensation should be injured.

  Where is this place? The surrounding air smells terrible. After staying for a long time, it will make people feel suffocated.

  It's daytime or nighttime, she also doesn't know. Being able to escape with her life is also a great blessing in misfortune.

  Looking back at those scenes, Yan Xijun felt that it didn't seem like a natural fire. It seemed more like someone had done it on purpose.

  Thinking of this, Yan Xijun gritted her teeth in hatred. Now that heaven won't let her die, once she gets out, she will definitely find out who the arsonist is. She won't let Xuelian die in vain.

  She recalled that she had previously fallen from the room, and if she followed the original path back, she would be able to return to her bedroom. Yan Xijun thought of this and began to grope for the stairs, stepping forward one step at a time. When she reached the top step, it seemed as though a stone slab was pressing down on her. She used all her might, but still couldn't budge the slab.

  Sitting on the steps panting. When she calmed down, she thought that this stone slab above her head should not be pushed open with brute force. There must be some kind of mechanism to activate it.

  She felt around in all directions, but couldn't find any mechanism or switch to turn it on. Everywhere was slippery. No matter how she touched or pressed the stone slab above her head, it didn't budge at all.

  She finally gave up helplessly and turned to think, what's the point of going back to the imperial palace now? Why not take advantage of this big fire to escape? Anyway, at that time, the fire was so big, just let everyone think she was dead.

  Why doesn't she take this opportunity to leave the palace and find Chu Chengming, then never return to the imperial palace again, and live a good life with Ming outside the palace?

  She finally understood. Yan Xijun also didn't feel sad anymore. She then felt her way down the stairs and continued to move forward in the dark. This was a narrow passageway that could only allow one person to pass through at a time. She had no idea how long she had been walking, but she knew it was a very, very long passage.

  "What is this place after all? Why are there tunnels underground."

  Yan Xikun's puzzled mind suddenly flashed a thought. Could it be that this is the secret passage of the imperial palace?

  Ming and Nangong Hong are both looking for a secret passage map. Could it be that the map is actually of the tunnel we're walking through now?

  Yan Xijun felt a wave of joy. She didn't expect to survive the great disaster. By mistake, she even helped Ming find the secret passage. Even without a map, she had walked through it once. Next time, she would definitely be able to find it again.

  She walked in the dark with hope. Suddenly, her foot tripped on something. Her hands and feet flew out from under her. She fell onto a few steps. The palms of her hands were injured. A burning pain spread through her body.

  Yan Xijun struggled to get up, wincing in pain as she blew on her hand. She felt around the step that had tripped her and suddenly found it very familiar. The familiarity made her touch it again and again, until she reluctantly confirmed that she had returned to the starting point.

  What's going on? I've been walking forward all along, and it's a straight road too. How did I end up back here again? This is really unlucky.

  Yan Xijun turned around again. This time she felt very carefully. Her small hands felt the smooth wall. Suddenly, she felt something on the wall. She grasped it and searched for a while before realizing that it was probably a candle. She happily took the candle. As long as there was light, everything would be fine.

  She felt around the place for a moment, and finally found a small matchbox. After lighting the candle, she could see the road in front of her clearly. She walked forward with the help of the firelight.

  She was surprised to find that there was a candle every now and then. Just now, she walked too hastily for the first time, so she didn't notice these candles. Now it's easy with these candles, she lit each one, so as not to walk back on her own path again.

  When she walked to a fork in the road, she hesitated and didn't know which way to choose. Later, she casually chose one of them and walked past. As a result, she found that it was actually a stone house. And there were stone stools and stone tables. She curiously examined this stone house. Unexpectedly, she found a letter on the stone wall.

  She pulled it out and took a look, surprisingly it was a book. As she flipped through it, inside were drawings of intersecting straight lines and curved lines, with annotations saying this is the palace of that and that is the palace of this.

  Yan Xijun's hand inexplicably shook up at this point. Uncontrollable trembling. With her intelligence, she had already guessed what this picture was.

  It's highly likely that it's the map of the imperial palace that everyone wants to get.

  It actually appeared here. Yan Xijun sat on the stone bench and began to study this map. She found that the map seemed simple, but was actually very complicated. Moreover, these straight lines intersected with each other, making it somewhat difficult to distinguish which one was which.

  Fortunately, she was single-minded at this moment and seriously studied the map. Finally, she understood a little bit of the map. She picked up the map and started looking for a way out.