"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I am..." Before Feng Lingyan could react, more than a dozen unconscious men rushed over. They surrounded Feng Lingyan tightly, muttering some unclear words to themselves.
These men all had disheveled hair, faces covered in dirt, and confused, frantic eyes. Completely immersed in their own fantasies, they recognized Feng Lingyan as Nalan Yunzhi without hesitation.
Although Feng Lingyan had long heard of the cold palace's desolate and desolate nature, he had never expected those who entered it to become so miserable and terrifying. Looking at the group of ghostly men before him, Feng Lingyan couldn't help but feel an indescribable discomfort.
His handsome face, hidden behind the curtain, furrowed slightly, a hint of pity in his eyes. Perhaps these people had indeed committed grave sins to deserve such punishment. However, the tragic scene before him still filled Feng Lingyan with pity, and her heart grew heavier.
"Hehe..." Just as Feng Lingyan was immersed in her own reverie, she suddenly heard a sneer and a burst of light footsteps coming from the front.
Feng Lingyan looked up and saw a figure gradually walking towards him.
He was an extremely handsome man, with skin as white as snow and long, black hair cascading down his shoulders. Although he was dressed in simple clothes, his elegant demeanor and extraordinary handsomeness could not be concealed.
Judging from his appearance alone, it is hard to imagine that this man is over thirty-four or thirty-five years old. He looks at least seven or eight years younger than his actual age.
An Zihao, likewise, stared intently at the mysterious man in front of him, dressed in a pristine white robe and a veil on his head. A complex and indescribable emotion welled up in his heart. It felt familiar, yet at the same time filled with deep hostility and wariness.
"I wonder which kindhearted nobleman in the palace sent you here to bring us food?" An Zihao raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a hint of sarcasm.
Once upon a time, in order to show his generosity, kindness, and virtue to others, he had personally visited the cold palace and delivered food to those mentally ill, tragic, and disgraced imperial servants. However, at that time, he never expected that one day he would fall into such a miserable state and become a forgotten member of the cold palace.
The moment An Zihao and Feng Lingyan, who was wearing a veil on her head, looked at each other from afar, time seemed to suddenly stop, and everything around them suddenly fell into a dead silence.
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