It was past midnight, and Bai Luocheng was sobbing quietly on the spacious dragon bed in Taihua Palace. He still held the bamboo jade pendant in his hand and pressed it tightly against his chest. In the depth of winter, the biting cold wind whistled outside the palace. The patrolling guards passed by over and over again, their sabers jingling in response to the neat footsteps. No one noticed the fragile body that was trembling slightly...
Intention: Tanmei