No matter what time it was, the Cold Palace would always look icy and unwelcoming. Even the scorching afternoon sunlight seemed to turn pale-white when it shone into the palace. The palace seemed to contain the chill of winter. Towering statues stood silently in various corners in the palace. Layers of vermillion doors separated the majestic inner palace from the outside world.
She Yu felt anxious.
Her relationship with Bei Shuisheng was rather good, so she could visit and leave the Cold Palace as she wished. Bei Shuisheng seldom meet visitors. Without his permission, no one could get near the Cold Palace.
Even so, every time she came to the Cold Palace, she still could not help but feel nervous. The sick and frail Bei Shuisheng had a pair of eyes that looked as if they could see through the world.
After She Yu passed through the vermillion doors, she came to the huge and spacious inner palace that was devoid of people.