Section 1601: Repository of Evil Qi

Entering the marquis's door is as deep as the sea, from now on Xiaolang is just a passerby.

The cold indifference within the imperial palace is even worse than that of a noble house.

The sound of tragic wails was piercing, but the palace ladies and maids waiting in front of the various lofts and palaces of Yanfu Palace seemed to turn a blind eye to it.

Sometimes, when misery becomes commonplace, people take it for granted, and those palace women clearly knew all too well where the wailing was coming from.

Zhao Qiaoyun heard the wails and revealed an anxious look, quickening her pace.

Shen Yue deduced that the wails were most likely coming from Talented Lady Qiao.

Seeing the numbness of the palace lady leading the way, Shen Yue immediately surmised—this wasn't the first time Talented Lady Qiao had screamed like this, the palace lady had grown accustomed to it.

The wailing sounded even clearer.

Zhao Qiaoyun was practically running towards a large gate.