Yecheng.
As night fell, the surroundings quieted down, not a single human voice to be heard.
This city, referred to as the "Imperial City" by others, appeared to Li Sangruo as nothing more than a city of the dead.
Two palace attendants stood guard outside the door, standing respectfully, yet no one would listen to her.
She was the Empress Dowager, presiding over the court.
Yet she was also a prisoner.
A prisoner of Li Zongxun.
Confined in the desolate Fangyun Hall for a month, no one had come to visit her, nor had anyone spoken to her; this place felt more like the Cold Palace than the Cold Palace itself.
What she possessed, aside from a slap-in-the-face empty title only a palace maid would scorn, was wine.
In the span of a month, she had consumed far too much wine.
Wine jars were continually brought in; exactly how many, she couldn't keep count.
