Zhongcui Palace and Jingyang Palace, separated by a single street, might as well be separated by a chasm.
When Chen Ji first arrived in the Imperial Capital, he met Bai Li here, and now, after going round and round, he has returned here. These few months have felt as long as years.
He turned back and looked behind him, where in Zhongcui Palace negotiations were underway regarding the price of Yuan Cheng—five thousand warhorses or eight thousand warhorses. It had nothing to do with him.
He turned again to look at the Jiefan Guard stationed on the palace path, considering how he might speak a few words with Bai Li—about his plan to rescue her and when he would do so.
Only when people have aspirations do they have the strength to live.
But in this Forbidden City, even breathing had to be done gently, and the words that rose like a tidal wave couldn't be spoken at all.
