Zhao Qichen's side.
After leaving Duanning Palace, he made his way back to the Eastern Palace along the bustling palace path.
To take a shortcut, he passed through the corner gate beside Zhaochen Palace.
Along the way, looking at Zhaochen Palace, unchanged yet resolutely avoided by his father, Zhao Qichen felt a slight pang in his heart.
Memories from his childhood surged into his mind one after another.
Since he was four or five years old, this path was almost his daily route.
In spring, as he passed by, the sky often just began to brighten, and he usually hurried past, too busy to notice the scenery along the way.
In summer, the sky was already bright, and each time he passed here, the refreshing breeze from the path always invigorated him.
In autumn, the sky was dim and gray, and the small leaves beside the flower beds always had sparkling and lovely dew on them. He would sometimes glance at them, but most of the time, he passed them by without notice.
