Clearly, the punishment at Mingyu Palace was so cruel that Qing did not wish to elaborate on it.
"We have arrived."
After passing through at least six long corridors and taking several turns, the three stopped at a spacious courtyard.
The courtyard was full of exotic flowers and rare stones, with a prostrate pine tree lying above a clear pond, creating a scene full of artistic conception.
"The master is waiting for you inside," said Qing.
Her words had barely faded when a woman's voice came from inside—"Let them in. Without my command, no one is allowed into this courtyard."
"Yes."
Qing respectfully took her leave.
Murong and Duan Yun exchanged glances.
"Without my command, no one is allowed into this courtyard." These words undoubtedly represented their opportunity.
If they were to take down this "insult as an art form" elder later on, as long as the commotion wasn't too great, they might avoid alerting anyone else.
After all, not just anyone could enter this courtyard.
