Chunlan was timid, and she said fearfully, "Ma'am, do we really have to enter the palace? I heard that it's full of mad people."
"Don't speak nonsense," Yan Ning lightly reprimanded.
She hadn't spoken nonsense, as that's the rumor outside the palace.
She hadn't believed it before, but after entering the palace, she did.
Though Chaohua Palace was grand, it was stiflingly oppressive. The Emperor came frequently, and she feared that the young lady would eventually fall ill from the oppressive atmosphere.
This was the Cold Palace. Once one is thrown here, from a life of luxury to scraps, even I, a Maid, could hardly bear it, let alone those who were once esteemed persons.
Yan Ning stepped inside, and Chunlan looked at Yun Chu, gesturing to persuade Yan Ning. Yun Chu said nothing; timid people could not survive in the harem.
After entering the Cold Palace, they walked forward for over a hundred steps when a disheveled woman came holding a pillow, wanting to show it to Yan Ning.
