Chu Liuyue followed Chan Yi and entered through the side gate, going straight toward Huayang Palace.
It was currently late winter, and the winds were harshly cold. When they blew on one's face, it felt like a knife was cutting it.
Suddenly, Chu Liuyue felt something cold on her glabella, and she looked up.
Pure, white snowflakes floated down.
It actually snowed.
The two of them walked forward. When they reached Huayang Palace, a thin layer of snow had already accumulated on the smooth and tidy marble floor.
Seeing Chan Yi come back, the palace people all bowed toward her. Quite a few people's gazes landed on Chu Liuyue.
Previously, they had already received news that the Third Princess would invite Chu Liuyue over. This… must be it.