Arriving at the entrance of Jingci Temple, there were a few more eunuchs and palace maids inside, busy sweeping the fallen leaves in the courtyard.
The fallen leaves at the corner of the wall were from the autumn of the previous year.
"Prince An." The palace maids hurriedly paid their respects, each of them bowing their heads, no longer daring to look down upon him as they had in the past.
Yan Xuan nodded slightly, his expression gentle and no different from before.
Seeing this, the palace maids felt a twinge of guilt. They had originally feared that Prince An would flaunt his power, but clearly, he did not.
It seemed that no matter when, Prince An would never get carried away. An older eunuch knew that when Shiyi, who was favored by the Late Emperor, had always been a humble gentleman who treated others with courtesy.
He was never arrogant, even to these palace maids.
