Under siege by a group of palace maids and eunuchs, Cen Lizhui carried Chen Muxue and led two others into a place that seemed desolate.
"Jingqi Pavilion... sounds like a nice place, why does it look so dilapidated?" Lin Qing said, noticing a piece of torn white silk swaying in the wind on a leafless tree, he shivered and swallowed.
Could this be the legendary place where some concubines died with hatred, causing supernatural disturbances?
Chu Wuyi seemed a bit resigned: "Jingqi Pavilion is often referred to as the Cold Palace by common people. Everyone knows of its existence, but rarely is it directly named 'Cold Palace'."
"Oh~" Lin Qing looked as if he suddenly realized something, but inside he felt even more frightened. Cold Palace, wouldn't that mean many concubines died with grudge here? Isn't this even scarier than before?
"Let's hide for a while, wait until those people disperse, and then we'll quietly slip out," Cen Lizhui was quite calm.
