An hour later, the towering, maroon walls of the Imperial Palace reappeared before Li Huowang. Standing at the foot of the wall and looking up, he felt an oppressive weight, like a looming mountain.
Li Huowang had no fondness for this place. All he wanted was to get this errand over with as quickly as possible.
Led by the eunuch, they continued deeper into the palace. Even though Li Huowang had been here once before, he still felt a bit disoriented by the labyrinthine palace halls. This time, there were no Golden Halls in sight. Li Huowang surmised that they were heading not to the Emperor's central residence, but to an ancillary cluster of buildings on the periphery.
Speaking of the Emperor of Da Liang, I remember hearing from Liu Zongyuan that the emperor was on his deathbed. If that news was reliable, he must be long buried by now.
