On one side of the Southern Garden in the Imperial Palace, there was an abandoned courtyard, hidden behind the solemn red walls of the main entrance of the Imperial Palace and barely noticeable. Only a side gate connected to the Imperial Palace, with guards standing watch day and night. The entire perimeter of the courtyard was the fortress-like wall of the palace, and the guards stood their posts for twelve Shichen Chinese Hours without rest.
San He, limping, was busily making a fire and cooking, but their food supply was running low again. San He was somewhat anxious. His master had returned early yesterday, locked his room upon arriving, and had not emerged since. Had he been injured again?
Worried, San He, although the barely closed door could no longer be called a wooden door, could vaguely see Nanmen Yu lying on the bed through the broken holes in the door. San He didn't smell blood; could that be considered a good thing?
