Unlike the resplendent Xianfu Palace, which was like the sun at high noon, the desolate Fengshai Palace was more like a giant beast in its twilight. The fallen leaves and parasol trees in the courtyard that covered the sun could vaguely make one imagine its glory in its early years. Unfortunately, the glory was gone, and only the parasol leaves fell to the ground.
Creak—
The door of the hall that had been in disrepair for many years was pushed open by the eunuch. The ear-piercing friction shocked Li'er, who was behind Yu Wan, who could not help but cover her ears.
Yu Wan glanced at her indifferently. Li'er knew her mistake and quickly put down her hand. She lowered her head and walked.
Yu Wan had never been to the Cold Palace, but compared to the Xianfu Palace, the Fengshai Palace was not much different from the Cold Palace.
An old eunuch with white hair walked forward and bowed to Yu Wan. "Greetings, Mrs. Yan."
