Pan Yun silently watched him disappear into the palace, knowing he had returned to his quarters and shut himself away again.
Zhang Zijin lived in the palace, yet he rarely appeared within its grounds.
The Emperors of every generation had grown accustomed to it. He was only responsible for ensuring that the imperial palace was not invaded by extraordinary beings or demons.
When the late Emperor fell into enemy hands, the Empress Dowager had personally knelt and begged him to save him, yet he had not taken a single step beyond the palace.
What he protected was the Zhu Clan bloodline within the palace, and only against extraordinary beings and demons. He did not meddle in mortals' struggles for power.
Pan Yun's involvement in state affairs already violated the laws governing cultivators, but whatever she did, she would bear the consequences herself.
His coming today to warn her had already crossed his bottom line. Still, with such talent and brilliance, it would be truly regrettable if she were to fall because of worldly affairs.
The bonds between people were simply that strange.
Zhu Qizhen and Zhu Qiyu had been born and raised in the imperial palace. He had watched them in secret as they grew from infants into adults, yet he felt not the slightest affection for them;
But when it came to Pan Yun, he had been unable to resist going easy on her when they first met. When they met again, he had been even less able to resist stepping in to protect her...
Zhang Zijin sighed, sat down upon a meditation cushion, and closed his eyes. He decided to enter seclusion and digest these emotions.
He summoned a Daoist acolyte and instructed him, "Go ask Pan Yun when she plans to leave the Capital City. I am