Qu Tan'er's gaze accidentally fell on the inner city wall. She glanced to the left and right, and with a slight smile, thought: "Chengcheng, heaven indeed leaves one with a path." She swiftly ran along the left side of the city wall, and although she took a turn and walked a bit more, she managed to bypass the drill ground-like open space.
From afar, she saw a garden.
With buildings around, Qu Tan'er felt slightly at ease.
Because with buildings, there could be shadows, easy for hiding.
Qu Tan'er avoided the palace maids and others, listened to the surroundings, and quickly slipped into a small courtyard, stopping under the shadow of a tree. To her surprise, she saw a young boy, a few years old, sitting cross-legged with closed eyes cultivating under the sunlight, enveloped in a faint blue light.
That chubby face was remarkably serious and earnest.
His brocade and grand attire didn't look like those of an ordinary child.
