She walked up the stairs and slowly pushed open a locked stone door, finding herself in a strange courtyard.
Before her eyes stretched vast expanses of bamboo.
Autumn winds created a rustling sound as the bamboo leaves fluttered, occasionally dry yellow leaves gently fell onto her head.
The bamboo forest was dimly lit, but she could see dim lights in a courtyard not too far ahead.
This was not her residence; she hadn't stayed underground for long, so her sense of direction had misled her—this must be the King Huan Residence.
As she thought this, she heard distant noises of commotion—people were shouting, asking if the little princess had been found.
It seemed the bomb had alarmed the people of the King Huan Residence; they were already looking for her.
That old man probably wouldn't stay around any longer, right?
But how was she going to go back now?
And how was she going to explain her sudden appearance in this place?
