The Empress had placed Ji Qingyi under house arrest in the rear palace, under the pretext of keeping her company.
Lu Yang had no idea what the Empress's true motive was.
But according to the rules, unless granted special permission, people from the front court were forbidden from entering the rear palace, much less wandering freely into the halls and bedchambers of the imperial consorts.
Those steamy tales from novels in his previous life—of court officials and princes carrying on affairs with the imperial consorts—were pure nonsense in the Great Jun Dynasty. They were all but impossible; even meeting one another was a pipe dream.
If Ji Qingyi were staying in her own Princess Mansion, Lu Yang might still have a chance to see her.
But now she was staying in the Empress's palace under the pretext of keeping her company. Lu Yang couldn't even think of getting inside, and sending her a message would be difficult enough.
Ji Qingyi's nightmares had grown increasingly severe lately. If left unchecked, they might eventually eat away at her mind and drag her completely into the demonic path.
At present, the only thing that might dispel the power of the Seven Fiends True Demonic Nightmare was the Demon Soul Crystal left behind by the Blood Soul Demon Lord.
If he couldn't get that Demon Soul Crystal into Ji Qingyi's hands soon, she would be in danger.
The emperor had three palaces and six courtyards, filled with countless consorts, who had borne him countless princes and Palace Masters over the past thousand years.
Apart from a select few, none had ever earned the emperor's favor.
Lu Yang didn't know whether the emperor cared about his daughter's safety.
At the thought, a faint restlessness stirred in Lu Yang's heart.
He knew nothing of the tangled