C287 Meeting

In the imperial garden, Zhu Zimo looked up and down, lifting the bundle on her shoulders, gritting her teeth and rubbing her hands. She took out a rope from her bosom, and saw that there was a silver hook tied to the rope.

Zhu Zimo put the silver hook into her mouth. With a dark expression, she pulled back the back of her shirt and threw it at the high palace wall.

"Pah!" With a light sound