In the west-central part of Hancheng, there was a cluster of buildings designed in an antique style that covered a wide area.
This was the headquarters of Sejong Zheng,
Jingfugong Palace!
After the motorcade turned onto a nearby asphalt road, traffic immediately thinned, and the dense roadside vegetation exuded a serene beauty, as if deep in a quiet forest with chirping cicadas.
The noise of the world seemed to fade away, replaced only by the sound of snowflakes hitting the ground.
Lin Baici looked out through the car window.
Those with power and influence sure knew how to pick their spots, conjuring such beautiful architecture and a comfortable working environment right in the middle of the city.
The convoy underwent a check at the gate before driving in, and after a few minutes, stopped in front of a building.
Grrrumble!
A growl came from Lin Baici's stomach, signaling hunger, and it was intense.