Her aura was formidable.
Mother and daughter dared not speak for a moment.
"Take care of yourselves."
Sang Yan dropped this phrase and stepped out of the Yuesang Palace.
Outside
Little Guizi quietly waited.
Upon seeing her emerge, he ran up with a beaming smile, "Lord Sang, Lady Xuan invites you to visit."
Sang Yan nodded and boarded the carriage to the Cold Palace.
Cold Palace
After renovations, it had become much brighter and beautiful.
Yun Qiao had even transplanted many flowers from the Imperial Garden into pots and arranged them in a long line in front of the palace gate.
The wind blew.
The flower branches quivered, their fragrance wafting through the air, stunningly beautiful.
"Lord Sang, greetings—"
Her smile was as blooming as the flowers as she stepped forward to bow.
Sang Yan waved her hand with a smile, "No need, go about your business."
Then, she stepped inside.
Inside the palace