But at the same time, the Ziyun Palace is empty, dilapidated and deserted, which shows the current situation of the master living there.
Soon, Su Liyue and Ye Cangming were taken to a side hall.
Inside the hall, a woman who looked to be in her thirties, dressed in white, with an indifferent expression, was making tea with skillful technique.
The woman was extremely beautiful, with no trace of time on her face. She had a sense of indifference about her, like a god or an immortal.
When Ye Cangming saw this person, he tightened his grip on her hand, as if he wanted to break it.
Su Liyue knew that the woman in front of her should be Ye Cangming's mother - Concubine Zhen Xie Qinglan.
When the two arrived, Zhenfei did not move.
After completing the tea-making process, Zhenfei raised her eyes and looked at the two of them calmly.
However, his gaze only glanced at the two people's faces and then retracted.
"I'm here." Zhen Fei's tone was flat, with no ups and downs. "Sit down."
When Zhen Fei spoke, Su Liyue's hand felt pain again.
In order to prevent herself from feeling more pain, Su Liyue grabbed Ye Cangming's hand with her backhand.
When Ye Cangming felt the pair of soft hands holding him back, his emotions were instantly soothed.
The strength of his hands loosened a little, and Ye Cangming took Su Liyue to sit aside. After the nanny from before brought them both the tea that Zhenfei had just brewed, she stood aside like a background board, watching their hearts with her eyes and nose.
The atmosphere in the room was unusually silent. Su Liyue felt uncomfortable all over and had a feeling of being unable to breathe.
"How is Mother these days?"
Ye Cangming broke the dull atmosphere at this time.
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