The carriage left Duke Yan Mansion, turning north directly towards the Imperial Palace.
Once it stopped, Tang Jiaojiao jumped down from the carriage without waiting for the maid to assist her.
She quickly took two steps forward, then turned back to help Tang Xiaobai.
As soon as Tang Xiaobai's feet touched the ground, she was pulled along.
"Sister, are you going into the palace?"
Tang Jiaojiao seemed too preoccupied to answer, simply pulling her forward.
They passed Jiafu Gate, Yongchun Gate, and Changle Gate.
Ahead stood the main gate of the Imperial Palace, Chengtian Gate.
Tang Xiaobai glanced at Tang Jiaojiao with a thoughtful look.
She moved swiftly, her fiery red cloak fluttering before the solemn and majestic palace, making her look especially audacious.
But the hand that held Tang Xiaobai was icy cold.
Tang Xiaobai tightened her grip on Jiaojiao's hand.
