The mist was hazy, enveloping the palaces and corridors in a milky white dampness, making one feel as if trapped in a labyrinth.
"Is anyone there? I'm asking you a question."
Consort Zhao felt a chill on her scalp immediately.
Her voice seemed swallowed by the fog, with no response at all.
At this hour, the Imperial Army should have been patrolling everywhere, it was impossible not to see a single person.
If she hadn't intended to humiliate and oppress Shi Fei, Consort Zhao wouldn't have come out at this hour.
Beside her, a vague shadow seemed to waver ahead.
"You, stop, I need to go back..."
Consort Zhao hurried a few steps forward.
But when she reached the front, there wasn't a shadow to be seen.
Consort Zhao was startled.
Could it be haunted?
She trembled as she looked around.
The Imperial Palace had had hauntings before, even in Consort Zhao's palace.
But the truth of that so-called haunting was something Consort Zhao understood clearly.
