"Where is Anle Hall?"
Prince Yong got up, brushing the dirt from his robes, his face full of joy.
"I'll take you there now."
Ji Qingwu quickly said, "Your Highness, find a reliable little eunuch to take me. I have no desire to be anywhere near you."
The chest beneath Prince Yong's magnificent sapphire-blue robes heaved rapidly. He breathed heavily through his nose, gritted his teeth, and nodded.
Led by a eunuch, Ji Qingwu arrived at the entrance of Anle Hall.
From the outside, the palace building looked no different from the others, its main gates shut tight.
The eunuch went forward and knocked on the door. After a long wait, an old woman in plain, gray clothes came out.
This eunuch was already familiar with her and quietly slipped her a bulging pouch of Silver Taels.
