Mingyue nodded slightly and looked up at Yan Song: "You should rest tonight. Tomorrow, I'll have someone take you..."
Yan Song shook his head resolutely, "Let's go now."
Mingyue raised an eyebrow, "If that's the case, let's go."
With those words, she stood up and walked out.
She walked towards the depths of the palace, placed her hand on a nearby vase, and the wall slowly parted, revealing a passageway. A cold, chilling wind rushed in, instinctively making one feel a deep chill.
Mingyue stepped inside.
Yan Song followed her in.
"You know, sometimes I envy you; the young lady loves you so much." Mingyue's faint voice slowly echoed in the long corridor, with a gentle echo.
Yan Song lowered his eyes, his fists clenched tightly.
"What's so good about you? In my eyes, you are not worthy of the young lady at all." The straightforward voice held no hint of sarcasm.
"Drip, drip, drip," droplets of water fell down the mountain walls.
