The affairs and people within the palace seemed to be separated by a towering palace wall, divided into two entirely different worlds, so close, yet impossibly distant.
Zhang An, clad in armor, stood outside the palace gates. His posture was straight and rigid, filled with stubborn resolve, as he stared unblinkingly at the closed gates for two or three hours without moving.
He had traveled day and night to return, accompanying Jiang Qingshan.
Or rather, it was mostly his own insistence.
Jiang Qingshan had already guessed the outcome and made his decision long ago. Although he still wished to test Xiao Jinan's intentions toward his son, everything had already been settled. He knew very well that arriving a day earlier or later would not change the result.
But Zhang An was different.
