"The Cold Palace? You actually brought me here?"
After Bai Zhi'er got off the carriage, she looked up.
The plaque of the Cold Palace, neglected over the years, swayed unsteadily.
Inside, the dilapidated courtyard was desolate beyond measure.
Long Xiyuan had a face full of mock laughter.
"Of course, isn't the Cold Palace filled with resentful concubines and infatuated women?"
"Perhaps there have been wrongful accusations and cases we do not know of. If you can offer salvation to the wronged souls, it should be a significant merit, right?"
Long Xiyuan smiled lightly: "I have already thought carefully about how I can assist you."
This was the conclusion of his thoughts.
Bai Zhi'er pressed her brow.
Long Xiyuan was letting her discover it on her own.
She thought it was about those existing ghost disturbances.
Bai Zhi'er resignedly headed into the Cold Palace.
Long Xiyuan, alone, followed Feng Fuce, walking behind Bai Zhi'er.
