The spring sunset hung at the corner of the palace roof, casting its glow on Xiao Ran's indifferent face.
"Cold Palace..."
Xiao Ran was not surprised about his "aunt" being sent to the Cold Palace; back then during the Xuan Sect Coup, the Xiao family was convicted of rebellion and executed.
In comparison, it was already a good outcome for his aunt, the "Imperial Concubine," to have her life spared; no further expectation for maintaining a privileged life was possible. Having this expectation in mind was one thing; witnessing in person the desolation and neglect of the Cold Palace, as if abandoned by the entire Imperial Palace, was another.
Xiao Ran took a deep breath, instead of breaking the iron chains on the door, he leaped over the Cold Palace wall into the courtyard.