She turned on her phone flashlight and walked inside. She wasn’t afraid, as she had experienced environments like this many times in her past life.

"Strange, why is there a tunnel under the mall?"

Xia Weibao muttered to herself, reaching out to touch the stone wall. It wasn’t new; it had quite some age.

If she couldn’t understand, she wouldn’t think about it. She continued forward.

The deeper she went, the darker it became, but the air didn’t get thinner, suggesting there was ventilation somewhere.

Moreover, every certain distance, there was a recess that could fit five or six people, somewhat like a small room.

Why does it feel like a shelter?

She didn’t know how long she had been walking when a faint light appeared ahead.

Xia Weibao stopped, adjusted her sight, and found there was a place resembling a wellhead. There was a lid above, but it wasn’t secure.

Judging by its height, it was about three meters high.

An average person certainly couldn’t reach it, but what kind of person was Her Majesty the Empress? With Qinggong in hand, the whole world was hers.

She gently leaped up, flying upwards, her legs straddling across the stone wall, her hands pressing on the lid.

It was iron; it really was a manhole cover.

She didn’t push it open immediately, instead listening to the surrounding sounds. It was very quiet, likely meaning no one was around.

Only then did she gently push it open a crack. It was afternoon, and the light was bright, allowing her to see clearly around her, where flowers and plants were planted.

It seemed to be a garden.

Beside her was a towering tree.

Xia Weibao thought for a moment, then moved the manhole cover away.

It was really heavy; if it weren’t for her Inner Strength, she probably couldn’t have opened it alone.

She climbed out, quickly moved the cover back, and leaped onto the tree.

Just then, someone passed by on patrol. Xia Weibao hid among the branches.

For an ancient person, hiding traces was too easy.

The people below soon left, and Xia Weibao stood on the tree and looked into the distance.

This seemed to be a large estate, with five two-story buildings inside, a nice environment with substantial greenery.

Rows of trees were planted by the roadside. Although they weren’t tall, they were enough for her to conceal herself.

Seeing there was no one around, she jumped directly from tree to tree.

She flashed through a window into a nearby villa, hid behind a door, then poked her head out to check the situation.

Her Majesty the Empress smirked. These modern houses might look good, but they were inconvenient.

How good it would be if it were ancient times, with beams to hide on and rooftops to walk on.

Now in these buildings, she could only hide among furniture, afraid of being caught on camera.

Surveillance cameras were everywhere, making it very inconvenient to move.

She happened to see a woman in tight-fitting clothes pass by. Xia Weibao compared their figures; it was her!

She made some noise to lure the woman inside, then silently took her down, swapping clothes, and hid her in a cabinet.

Xia Weibao let her hair down, lowered her head, and walked out.

From the camera’s perspective, her identity shouldn’t be recognized; if she saw someone approaching, she’d avoid them.

Have to say, Her Majesty the Empress was already quite adapted to modern life.

From knowing nothing to now understanding the need to avoid high-tech devices like surveillance cameras.

This building was empty, and she felt anxious.

The estate was the tunnel exit; Zhong Shixia must have been captured here, but where exactly was she?

Finding her a minute late would increase the danger by a degree.

Lowering her head, she deliberately chose secluded places to walk, while observing the surrounding environment.

She discovered the security here was intense—not that it was strictly guarded, otherwise she wouldn’t have remained undetected for so long.

Rather, it was that there were many weapons here she didn’t recognize.