It wouldn't be long before the sky gradually darkened and another day had passed...
Su Yan walked aimlessly along the long corridor by herself, taking in the thick, ancient atmosphere of the Imperial Palace with every step.
The evening breeze brushed past, and her mood also gradually settled down.
Stopping by a lotus pond, Su Yan leaned on the railing of the corridor, admiring the lotus flowers blooming in the pond.
Red ones, white ones, pink ones, filling the entire pond so much that the lotus leaves were almost invisible.
The wind brought the fragrance of the lotus, and Su Yan couldn't help but close her eyes and take a deep breath.
Suddenly, a jingling sound rang out, and something rolled to Su Yan's feet.
Looking down, she saw a small bamboo ball covered with a thick layer of colorful cloth and a few bells sewn on it.
