Why, after all, why?
Zhou Li's fingertips gently tapped the stone table, an action he subconsciously performed when deep in thought. He stared blankly at the map of Taiying, which marked the positions of the Han King's Mansion and Jin Xu Diao Tower.
The central cluster of buildings was the Han King's Mansion, with the grand hall to the east of the mansion being the Hanwang Hall. The main hall was seldom used, serving more as a face-saving project for the King, a symbol of pure pretense.
As the heart of Taiying, the Han King's Mansion pressed down on the city like a giant hand. On the other hand, Jin Xu Diao Tower stood out inappropriately in the southern part of Taiying, like a misplaced treasure stick.
Don't blame Zhou Li for such a crude and disrespectful metaphor, but truly, from a bird's-eye view, Jin Xu Diao Tower indeed resembled that. Thin in the middle, wide at the bottom, round at the top. Despite its glittering golden splendor, its appearance was somewhat hard to bear.
