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Chu Zhiyuan observed Li Hongzhao standing at the entrance of Chengtian Hall, gazing intently at his back.
Her clear eyes remained on him until he left the palace gate.
After passing through the gate, she still stood there, staring fixedly.
At first glance, it seemed like a deep, affectionate gaze.
This was not the emotion between a man and a woman.
It was because Li Hongzhao felt lonely, unable to find someone to talk to.
The only person she could speak freely with was leaving, making her feel sorrow and helplessness.
Loneliness is the cost of being an Emperor.
As he continued to walk out of another palace gate, his Super Sense began to be obscured.
The mist formed by the Emperor's Sword enveloped her, encompassing the entire Imperial Palace within.
He could no longer observe.
Without stopping, he left the palace and headed with Zou Fang to Da Jing Hall at the Four Directions Pavilion.
