Outside the locked Chuxiu Palace, Lu Qiange looked up at the sky, feeling aggrieved inwardly.
The night sky was still gloomy and the damp and cold air enveloped the imperial city. Occasionally night hawks flew over the treetops and made a sad cry.
Not long ago, he took off his ordinary official suit of the imperial bodyguard and was promoted, but he offended Empress and was sent back to the ordinary Honour Guards' Campsite with an excuse. How could he tolerate this when he thinking of it? What was more, he, a master of Kungfu, had to guard the Palace behind him alone, which was shaped like Cold Palace.
With nothing to do this night, Lu Qiange took his saber and strolled around the towering red walls outside the palatial garden to kill time.
He clearly remembered that Chuxiu Palace was
