Under the darkened skies, Chen Yi stepped across the Donghua Gate. As he proceeded further, he caught sight of a palace maid approaching from afar, moving slowly.
Chen Yi's pace hesitated momentarily.
The palace maid approached step by step, the distance between her steps nearly identical. Her figure seemed frail, yet under the biting wind, not a single tremor could be detected.
She stopped three or four zhang away from Chen Yi and spoke clearly:
"Chen Qianhu, I must ask you to turn back. Her Highness will not receive any visitors today, regardless of the circumstance."
Chen Yi appeared not to have heard her. After pausing briefly, he continued walking forward.
He shortened the distance between himself and the palace maid.
The palace maid's gaze slowly turned fierce, but her expression remained calm as she said:
