As the guards entered the Golden Throne Hall, Fang Cheng saw Zhao Qin, towering at two meters tall, seated upon the throne.
He lay sideways atop it, his clothes coarse and full of patches, with one large foot placed directly upon the Dragon Throne. He looked like an old farmer who had returned from tilling the fields and was resting at home, not at all like a eunuch with power over the entire imperial court.
A five-year-old little emperor sat on his lap, his face pale and his whole body trembling, yet he didn't even have the strength to cry.
The guards who brought Fang Cheng in then took their leave, and Fang Cheng curiously surveyed his surroundings before noticing an object hanging from the ceiling.
The thing could barely be recognized as human; its body was as black as charcoal and dangled from the ceiling, continuously trembling slightly and emitting a cicada-like moan.
