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During the collapse of the previous era, the Night Palace remained mostly intact. Only a few outlying corners of the palace had collapsed; its main structure stood whole.
And so, Zhao Changhe came to understand the true meaning of the phrase “the richest woman across the three realms.[1]”
Even a single tile from this place could serve as a treasure for artifact forging. The very ground beneath his feet brimmed with energy so dense it seemed to vibrate through his bones. In theory, Xia Chichi commanded the wealth of the world. But when it came to relics from the ancient era, not even the entire human realm combined could compare to a random janitor’s closet in the Night Palace.
The flora was no different. Just as he had seen before in that little corner of Ying Five’s garden. This place was a complete botanical haven. There was a sprawling garden filled with rare spiritual herbs preserved in a timeless stasis. Like in Ying Five’s cherished garden fragment, these, too, had escaped decay, blooming in perpetuity.
Zhao Changhe followed Ye Wuming through the palace in a daze, occasionally having to grab the starry-eyed River of Stars by the collar and drag her back to his side.
The girl clearly wanted to bolt into the garden and roll around in it.
Thinking about the trash-tier pills her master used to give her, Zhao Changhe felt a pang in his chest. No child deserves to be shortchanged like that. Is she really going to get snatched away by this second-generation rich kid who’s flaunting all her wealth?
No wonder Jiuyou hated Ye Wuming. The gap between their childhoods is just absurd. It’s like one of those melodramatic web novels where the legitimate daughter is abandoned in the countryside, left to fend for herself, while the mistress’s daughter is raised in silk and pearls like a little princess. When the legitimate...
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