The Cold Palace was nestled in the most remote corner of the Imperial Palace, seldom visited by anyone.
Even Yuwen Jing felt a chill at the bottom of his heart when he thought of his childhood there, and his body instinctively resisted the place.
He came today for two reasons: firstly, to see for himself what Ye Shaohua really looked like. He had imagined she would be withered and close to death, but to his surprise, although her complexion wasn't great, she was leisurely reading a book and drinking tea, an image of utter relaxation.
This made Yuwen Jing feel strange as he watched Ye Shaohua, yet he didn't harbor any suspicions.
Although the two had been husband and wife for the past two years, Yuwen Jing, who detested Ye Shaohua, wished to stay as far from her as possible. How could he pay her any attention or have a deep understanding of her? She was his most useful pawn.
An executioner with exceptional martial arts skills was exactly what Yuwen Jing needed the most.
