She looked down at these flawless giant bricks, each half a zhang in size. The touch of her shoe sole felt very hard, and for some reason, she felt as if she was stepping on some enormous scales.
This illusion flashed past, and she shook her sword as she walked through here into the inner palace. The vast, majestic courtyards were no more; instead, palaces of varying sizes stood in the winter, connected by winding red walls that fragmented the view.
Zhao Baibi came to this palace city for the second time. The tune she was humming stopped, and her expression became restrained. There were few places in the world she disliked, but she simply loathed this one.
Li Zhang disliked living in the Eastern Palace; she knew this. News said he often stayed at Xiangsi Palace, but she had scant information about Xiangsi Palace—according to some disgusting rumors, she couldn't help but draw her sword blade when she heard these words.
