Imperial Palace.

Imperial garden.

Ye Qingyu was walking along a little stone-paved path by himself.

On both sides of the winding path were flowers blooming in bright purples and brilliant reds, and a few beautiful butterflies fluttering in the burst of aroma, adding a hint of liveliness.

At the end of the stone path was a white jade pavilion.

In the pavilion was a burly figure standing with his back facing Ye Qingyu.

The ...