The whereabouts of Miao Ci, who was originally guarding outside Qianyuan Hall, are unknown.
Rong Jing thought to himself, he probably fled. At this point, staying in the Imperial Palace means certain death. Who wouldn't want to escape?
When the hall doors opened just now, Rong Jing even heard the screams of the women from the harem and the heavy crashing sounds from the direction of the palace gates.
Today is New Year's Eve, a day for family reunion.
This is his Imperial Palace,
but,
he has no family.
Never had.
The vast hall fell into dead silence once more, with only the dim glow of the lotus palace lanterns remaining.
The last segment of ambergris in the Piyao Incense Burner at the center of the hall was burned out, yet no palace attendant came to replace it with new incense.
The spilled medicine's scent spread, making the surroundings even more bitter.
Rong Jing hated bitterness the most.
