Tiandu City.
The eastern sky was tinged with the pale white of dawn, the dim morning light shifting from ink to dark blue, like a veil draping over the Imperial Palace, with faint ethereal light shimmering on the glazed tiles of the palace eaves.
Soft footsteps echoed in the corridors, palace attendants carrying toiletries and meals as they silently moved within the halls.
Frozen Sky Palace.
Xu Qingyi hugged her knees, sitting on the stone steps in front of the hall.
She had been sitting there all night, her hair adorned with cold dew, her gaze hollow and bewildered.
Mr. Chen died?
The one who always loved to scare her with his token, gave her embarrassing gifts, and constantly bullied her in every way... just died like that?
"Impossible."
"Good people don't live long, but scourges last for a millennium. He wouldn't just... just..."
Xu Qingyi bit her lip, silently comforting herself, yet unable to hide her inner unease and panic.
But, what if?
