However, when he turned around, his eyes suddenly turned cold and the corners of his lips were pressed into a sharp line.
After Xia Zhong walked away, Zhao Mingde chuckled softly and said, "Why did General Manager Xia come to the Ministry of Revenue in person today?"
Zhou Qin shook his head: "Who knows? The Ministry of Internal Affairs has been busy lately, maybe he was just passing by."
Xue Jiyan lowered his eyes and continued eating.
Xia Zhong walked out of the Ministry of Revenue's meeting hall, his pace gradually quickening, his wide sleeves fluttering slightly in the wind.
He walked north along the palace road. The further he walked, the more mottled the palace walls became. The peeling red paint revealed the old gray bricks. Weeds grew in the corners of the walls, and even the number of patrolling guards was much less.
The eunuch following behind him shrank his neck and whispered, "Master, the North Palace is just ahead..."
Xia Zhong didn't even turn his head and said in a cold and hard voice: "Are you scared?"
The young eunuch swallowed his saliva and dared not say anything more.
Soon, the two stopped in front of a lonely palace gate.
The palace walls appear to have been repainted, but charred marks can still be seen at the base of the walls, as if they had been licked by fire, and even the passage of time has not been able to completely cover them up.
Xia Zhong stared at the mottled palace gate, his eyes dim and unclear.
The young eunuch couldn't help but speak again: "Boss, this place is full of yin energy, we should..."
"Wait here." Xia Zhong interrupted him coldly, his tone leaving no room for questioning.
The young eunuch was so frightened that he could only lower his head and step aside.
Xia Zhong raised his hand and pushed open the palace door. The door hinges made a harsh creaking sound, as if it had not been opened for many years.
He stepped in and slowly closed the door.
The young eunuch raised his head tremblingly, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the scene inside through the crack of the door -
It was a charred ruin with weeds growing among the broken walls and ruins. In the very center, stood a blank tombstone. There was not a single word on the gray-white stone surface, but it exuded a chilling chill.
"Ah!" The young eunuch was so frightened that he took two steps back and almost fell to the ground. He quickly turned his back and dared not look again.
Inside the door, Xia Zhong stood in front of the tombstone, his fingertips gently stroking the cold stone surface, his voice low and hoarse, like a sigh and hatred.
The wind swept through the ruins, blowing up a few dead leaves. No one answered in front of the inscriptionless monument.
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