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“Then, he rushed out of the hall, just like that. No one
followed him out though.”
“Why didn’t anyone follow him? Shouldn’t the servants be
escorting his majesty out?”

“Nobody dared. His majesty, he was… He was crying.”
Outside of the palace, in the white and cold garden, a tall
figure stood. He wore expensive red silk clothes. His long black
hair flowed along his back. He looked extremely majestic, even
from the back. The snow was falling and the temperature
plummeted. The man had not moved. He just stood there, like a
statue, next to a neatly carved jade coffin with golden lining.
It seemed almost as if he was chained to it. His eyes were empty.
He was waiting for someone to answer his questions, guide him,
and rescue him from this hell. Unfortunately, his wait could never
end.