Beyond the Xiama Bridge, the rising sun just rose in the east, enveloping the royal city in a pale golden light.

Fang Ling took a deep breath and looked at the world outside the palace, although it was very early at this time, there was already a shouting on the street not far away, and the street was already showing a bit of a lively scene.

There are no breathless halls here, no cold-faced guards, no eunuchs who show off their might, but a bustling dwelling and noisy people.

At this moment, Fang Ling made up his mind that one day, he must leave the palace with his mother!