Upon entering the Imperial Palace, their boisterous debate died down. They carefully peeked out from the sides of the sedan chair, gazing in awe at the surrounding vermilion palace walls.
Such a solemn place seemed to exert a natural pressure, making them afraid to speak loudly. This feeling intensified when a towering, three-story palace came into view, instilling in them an urge to kneel.
"Are you sure we're in the right place? Does Senior Brother Gao really live here?" Young Yang whispered apprehensively to Chun Xiaoman, who was stepping out of the sedan chair beside him.
Chun Xiaoman silently shook her head and led the way toward the palace. The others, recovering from their shock, hurriedly followed.
