Rear palace · Department of Internal Affairs Plaza.
A steward surnamed Lin was sneaking around like a guilty dog, inspecting his own territory.
Say what you would, the imperial palace really was imposing; even the servants' quarters looked better than what ordinary families lived in.
"Swallows before the halls of old nobles... what common folk's homes was it again?" Lin Heng muttered, remembering a poem, only for it to blur in his mind all at once.
The occasional eunuchs in pale-blue robes who passed by hurriedly lowered their heads and left when they saw him.
At that moment, Lin Heng was dressed more or less the same as them.
But they would never dare regard him as part of the Department of Internal Affairs.
No one knew what the Female Emperor meant by inexplicably bestowing the title of chief steward on him. Was she really going to make the leader of the Immortal Alliance do this kind of work?
For a time, rumors flew nonstop. Some guessed that the alliance leader had committed some treasonous offense, the kind even merits canceling out faults could not erase.
Since he had already come, Lin Heng took a fancy to the puppet flowers floating in the pond and could not help plucking a few.
To his surprise, someone immediately appeared.
It was a bloated, elderly man, carrying a white paper lantern in his hand. Who knew why he was carrying a lantern in broad daylight?
But Lin Heng did recognize this person. Wasn't he the eunuch who had read out the decree in the hall yesterday?
Eunuch Zhou cupped his hands toward Lin Heng, a smile hanging on his plump face as he said, "Alliance Leader Lin, why have you come running to the Department of Internal Affairs? This is not a place