301 Yelu Yan's Birth Mother

Yelu Yan, upon hearing this, lost all semblance of the gentleness and affection he had displayed moments before.

His gaze turned icy, his entire demeanor became more grave, as he reverted to his usual self.

Those around him couldn't help but sigh, for the Khan only ever showed a different side when facing the Empress—tender and doting, always with a smile on his face, his eyes nearly always fixed on her, rarely straying elsewhere.

Yelu Yan began walking towards the Cold Palace.

A group of guards hurriedly followed behind him.

The Cold Palace was desolate.

During his time as Prince, Yelu Yan had taken no concubines, and after ascending to the throne, he kept not a single woman by his side.

Without a woman beside him, there were none to be relegated to the Cold Palace. Thus, it had been left unused.

Peeling wooden doors, the yard overgrown with withered weeds, and cobwebs strewn about the eaves highlighted the dilapidation of the Cold Palace.