Upon entering the Imperial Palace, the sound of their debate gradually disappeared as they carefully peered around the edges of the sedan, looking around with awe at the vermilion palace walls.
In such a solemn place, there seemed to be a natural pressure that made them afraid to speak loudly, especially when they saw a towering three-storied palace appear before their eyes, which made them feel an urge to kneel.
"Could it really be no mistake? Does Brother Gao actually live in a place like this?" Young Yang whispered apprehensively to Chun Xiaoman, who was stepping out of the sedan beside him.
Chun Xiaoman silently shook his head and led the way towards the palace, while the others, recovering from their shock, hurriedly followed.