Footsteps came from behind, making strange creaking sounds on the snow that wasn't considered thick.
The sounds were not loud, but in an empty and spacious place like the cold palace, it made one's back turn cold.
Gu Zitang felt as if all the blood in his body had turned cold as ice.
In the past, he had heard from his mother, Consort Yi, about murderers and resentful ghosts in the cold palace. All these stories now surged into his mind.
In his horror, he quickly carried Gu Nuo'er and entered an abandoned palace at the side.
Gu Nuo'er opened her mouth. "Second Brother, we…"
"Shh!" He covered his sister's mouth and hid under the window, hugging Gu Nuo'er while trembling. "Nuo'er, don't be afraid. Second Brother will protect you well."
The child lowered her long eyelashes and felt Gu Zitang's trembling fingers.
She couldn't help but flutter her eyes.
