After bidding farewell to the Eldest Princess, Ye Chutang left Qiyuan Hall.
After walking some distance, a familiar figure once again came into view.
Xie Anbai.
It was now past noon, and the sun was warm. Sunlight spilled down, bathing him in its glow, yet he exuded a chilling air.
He stood there, his figure ramrod straight, casting a faint shadow behind him.
His gaze was fixed forward, as if he were looking at something.
Ye Chutang followed his line of sight. Ahead, the white jade-paved clearing was empty, save for a faint, pale red bloodstain.
A palace attendant was energetically scrubbing it away with a bucket of water.
SPLASH—
In a short while, the stain faded even more, almost disappearing completely.
Ye Chutang took a shallow breath, faintly smelling a sweet, coppery scent.
'Xie Anjun must have taken his last breath right here.'
As if sensing something, Xie Anbai turned to look at her.
His handsome face seemed somewhat different from before.
