An ancient quadrangle dwelling.
The eaves piled with wind and snow.
Upon pushing open the main gate, a teal path was swept through the middle of the garden courtyard, in stark contrast to the surrounding blanket of white snow.
Emma Campbell walked in front, chuckling lightly, "After you."
"So, you've been hiding here all these years?" Ella Lacey asked, but she didn't believe it.
"Of course not."
Emma Campbell's gaze lingered on the little bundle in Ella's hand, unfathomable and sheepishly, "If I were hiding here, I'm afraid Mr. Gong from your household would have found me long ago, wouldn't he?"
"So, did you really, as the rumors say, flee to Canaan?" Ella Lacey had already brought her own baby, following Emma Campbell into the East Wing Room.
Emma Campbell gestured for them to sit anywhere. The room had a warm and cozy fireplace that chased away the chill as soon as you entered.
