I Want That Old Dog To Live

The cheeky spots of light ran down slightly from the bright tiles of Taiji Palace. They slipped through the heavy wooden doors of the back palace, ran into Hanguang Palace, wormed into Shufang Palace, made a few loops around the scarred tree, and, in the end, ducked into the long empty Guangxin Palace. The palace was still caught in the slightly dry autumn wind and endlessly emanating a faint sense of coldness. The white curtains had long become shreds of silk. There were plums but no people. When the splendid withered away, there was still loneliness.

Compared to the quiet rear, the area around the front hall was not aligned with the calm atmosphere inside the palace. Particularly inside the Royal Palace, in the room deep behind the palace's red walls, there was a harsh and heavy atmosphere. A few firm and icy-eyed generals stood guard outside the room, not knowing what was being discussed inside.