When leaving the palace, the dim sky remained just as bleak, a dark edge smeared across the horizon, its somberness almost unfathomable. It was uncertain whether it would rain or snow tonight.
Zhou Yitang walked in front, and Chen Yi followed quietly behind. The two of them slowly passed the long vermilion palace walls.
Staring at her back, Chen Yi suddenly asked:
"Does the Empress Dowager truly… not have even a wisp of her remnant soul left?"
The one-armed woman kept walking, her head not even tilting as she replied:
"Didn't you already know that?"
Even though he'd been prepared, hearing Zhou Yitang confirm it like this still dimmed the light in Chen Yi's eyes.
Some things the Empress Dowager got wrong, but some… she got right.
For Chen Yi, whose ego was broken and then rebuilt, the Tushan Clan was indeed something he could never fully erase.
Lost in thought, Chen Yi glanced at the one who had been the cause of it all.
