"Isn't it true that the Emperor never leaves Chenyuan Hall?"
The guard wanted to go in to announce his arrival, but it was already too late. Zheng Congyuan raised his hand to stop him and was already walking inside.
This was a simple side hall; beyond the main house were two rows of side buildings forming a U-shaped courtyard that lacked even flowers or plants, only paved with tiles.
Zheng Congyuan had not yet reached the corridor when he heard a soft singing voice from inside, a man's delicate and lingering voice, accompanied by the scent of wine drifting out.
Zheng Congyuan's expression darkened slightly, and the guard standing at the door kneeled down abruptly.
"Paying respects to the Emperor—" his voice was loud and forthright, clearly meant to alert someone inside. The singing inside suddenly stopped, followed by the subtle, sneaky sound of clothing rustling.
By the time Zheng Congyuan entered, three people were already kneeling on the floor.
