After Gui Mei left.
Ye Qifeng stepped into the palace.
There was no one inside the palace at the moment. Other than the Holy Emperor Warriors stationed outside to guard and patrol, there was no one else.
After passing through a small courtyard, he arrived at the front hall.
At a glance, everything was clear.
The front hall's decor was simple and cool, without any extravagant luxury or wasteful display. Aside from a rosewood couch, there was no unnecessary furniture.
The rosewood couch seemed to be for cultivation.
At the very back was a bedroom. When he opened the door, a faint, delicate fragrance washed over him, and Ye Qifeng could not help but pause.
It was a very familiar scent.
That was right. It was the same fragrance Bibi Dong carried.
Ye Qifeng remembered.
This was the Saintess Hall. Its previous occupant had been Bibi Dong.
This was her boudoir.
"Something's not right. Shouldn't she have moved into the Pope's private quarters? Could she still be living here?"
Ye Qifeng shook his head and walked inside with his doubts.
Before his eyes—
The room was spacious, with a large bed in the middle. The purple bedding was slightly messy, as though someone had slept there not long ago.
It looked like Bibi Dong had indeed been living here all along.
Beside the head of the bed stood a simple dressing table, with a mirror and all sorts of cosmetics scattered somewhat messily across it.
At the foot of the bed stood a large wardrobe. Its doors did not seem to be fully shut, leaving a narrow gap, but he could not see inside or tell whether it was broken.
Beside the wardrobe stood a full-length mirror and a standing clothes rack. Several soft silk nightgowns hung casually from the