Half an hour later, the towering maroon walls of the Imperial Palace reappeared before Li Huowang. Standing at the foot of the wall, looking up, he felt an oppressive weight like a looming mountain.
Li Huowang had no fondness for this place whatsoever, all he wanted now was to get this errand done quickly.
Led by the eunuch, they continued deeper into the palace; even though Li Huowang had been here once before, he still felt a bit dizzy getting lost in these labyrinthine palace halls.
This time, there were no Golden Halls in sight. Li Huowang surmised that where they were heading was not the central residence of the Emperor, but an ancillary cluster of buildings on the edge.
Speaking of the Emperor of Da Liang, Li Huowang still remembered last time, when he'd heard news from Liu Zongyuan, that the Emperor of Da Liang was dying. If that information was reliable, then by now he must already be buried.
