It was not until they entered the palace that Jun Shiling finally sensed that something was wrong.
Xia Wei had always paid attention to the safety of Xia Wanyuan's side. Hence, even in the palace, he had arranged for a large number of palace servants and guards to guard her. Today, it was very strange.
Jun Shiling turned around. There was actually no one guarding the huge palace. It was so quiet that only the sound of the cold wind could be heard.
Jun Shiling guessed even more that Xia Wanyuan had encountered some danger. He stepped straight into the hall, but he was shocked by the decorations in the hall.
There were thousands of red lights. From the door to the hall, red silk covered the ground, embroidered with mandarin ducks with their necks crossed. Everything was red, but it was far inferior to the figure standing at the end of the red silk.
