The Empress palace.
Xiang Ziwei did not stay long in the room, he left as soon as Eunuch Zhang began to count his money.
He was not about to watch the man that had cared for him since he was a child count blood money. Especially when said money was gotten from betraying him.
Xiang Ziwei left the building, without paying any attention to his surroundings. He walked blindly lost in the influx of painful memories.
Xiang Ziwei's pace reduced as he arrived at the Empress's palace. He had come here so often that it had become like muscle memory for him. It was permanently inscribed on his memories.
He sighed and shut his eyes, as though a tap was turned on. The memories flooded into his mind. Her palace was his usual stop point during a bad day.
He overlooked a lot of signs, maybe because he did not want to acknowledge the truth. Which was that she did not love him as much as he loved her.
