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In the meantime, Zhangsun Wuji searched her eyes intently. Suddenly, he spoke. ”Fuyao, let's go back. Did we not say that we wanted to explore the Emperor's palace?”

”That's true…” Meng Fuyao looked at the sky. If they did not go now, it would be too late. Furthermore, if it was indeed true that Xuanji's Emperor was immobile, then there must be someone who wouldn't want him to meet anybody. To explore his palace tonight, they would have to spend more effort. They had to get there earlier.

She looked up and took another look at the roof. She stepped out towards the opposite direction, but suddenly, a breeze passed by, and the copper bell swayed.

The silent sway of the bell seemed to be a puppet that was injected with nightlife, and it waved to her just before she walked away.

Uncontrollably, Meng Fuyao walked towards the bell.

Meng Fuyao walked so slowly that she seemed to be wading in mud and water, and her footsteps were no longer light and breezy as before. However, Meng Fuyao seemed not to have realized that she was abnormally slow, or rather, she had lost consciousness of her body.

As Zhangsun Wuji stared at the beautiful figure in the night sky, his eyes gleamed, as though he had something to say. However, he chose to remain silent and walk up to her.

Step by step, Meng Fuyao walked toward that direction. She pushed the secretive layers of short bushes towards the side, crossed a sealed and dilapidated wall, and stopped in front of an abandoned palace.

Meng Fuyao looked up at the average-looking palace, which was deeply hidden behind the trees, and did not have the exquisiteness and beauty of other Xuanji palaces. The copper lock to the door was rusty, the walls were stained with dark-green moss, and creepers filled the walls. Under the chilly moonlight, the creepers seemed to be pairs of ghostly green hands that swayed creepily.

In her mind, a scene of the cold moonlight seemed to flash by, and a similar yet slightly different image unveiled in her memory. There was a dark-red but bright door, beige and clean walls, green-clothed attendants and purple-clothed eunuchs rushing in and out, and someone who stood in front of the door. That someone lowered down gently and spoke to her in a low voice.

Suddenly, her vision seemed to have changed to another angle, as she needed to look up before she could see the golden bell on the roof, the clear blue skies and the exquisite chin above her head. As the wind blew past the roof, the copper bell created crisp and clear sounds, but the bell did not sound as good as that person's voice.

The person was still speaking, but what was said? What exactly was said?

The voice seemed to dash towards her from the deep end of her memory lane. It was blur and long, like raindrops creating strikes of watermark on an originally clear and transparent glass surface. Those words gave her a sense of reminiscence, and while it seemed so familiar as though it was said right beside her, it sounded like it came from the other end of the world.

Meng Fuyao tried hard to listen to what was said, but she strained herself so much that her brain suddenly hurt. Pain engulfed her in waves, and the glass surface in the rain was utterly shattered. Her vision, the dark-red palace door, beige walls, the attendants and eunuchs, the roof and the bell, had completely disappeared. What remained was just the cold moonlight, the locked palace door, and stained palace walls.

After looking at the wall for a long while, Meng Fuyao slowly walked up and gently placed her hand on it. As though she was caressing the skin of a loved one, she carefully brushed her hand from top to bottom. When she was about to reach the foot of the wall, suddenly, her heart felt suffocated, and she felt cold from head to toe. It was as though she was being struck by lightning.

That strike hit her body and the top of her head as well. It caused her mind to go completely white, and she could no longer see her surroundings. Out of extreme dizziness, Meng Fuyao gave a low cry. She hugged her head and stepped back profusely, and she kept sucking air into her mouth because of the unbearable pain. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.

A pair of warm hands suddenly pressed on her shoulders. It was steady and calm, and heat emitted from the palms. With the simple press, a warm current flowed into her body and calmed her chaotic inner energy. Zhangsun Wuji spoke in a worried tone. ”Fuyao, let's go back.”

Meng Fuyao closed her eyes and opened it. Without saying anything, she patted his hands. Then, she pursed her lips and took a step forward.

It was a clear sign of her attitude towards her decision at the moment. It was also her attitude towards life—she would escape if she could, but if she couldn't, she would face it.

Although Meng Fuyao knew that it would be painful, it might be even more painful to not know. To turn away and escape because of fear was not something that she would do.

Gently, she took a determined step forward. She walked up the dusty steps, and with a flick of her fingers, the copper lock fell.

The heavy, rusty and black copper lock fell into her palms. It was cold and heavy, just like how she felt at the moment.

The door was right in front of her eyes. Those stories that constantly neared her but detoured away would probably rush towards her uncontrollably after she opened the door.

Meng Fuyao's hand stopped in mid-air.

However, that stop was only for a short while. Then, without any hesitation, she pushed the door open.

Creak—

The door shaft, which had not been oiled for a long while, created a loud and long creaking noise that sounded like the whimpers of a lonely person waiting for their death at midnight. The moonlight was stretched, and it reflected on the long pathway that was filled with dried leaves.