After passing through the palace gates, they found themselves in a fairly spacious plaza before the main hall. At the far end stood the great hall where the court convened.
Of course, calling it a great hall was a bit of a stretch. In Zhou Xu's eyes, it was really just a somewhat spacious building, with an interior area of around three hundred square meters.
Compared with the enormous, magnificent great halls people liked to imagine, it fell far short. Overall, this imperial palace was more like a collection of large mansions with fairly substantial grounds. Zhou Xu, however, did not think there was anything wrong with it.
Many people loved to spout thoughtless nonsense on a whim. When judging anything, one had to consider the era and the conditions in which people lived.
Take Yan Sheng, for example. Forget everything else—just look at the money!
He had spent years fighting neighboring countries, so there was no way his domestic economy could not be strained. The fact that he had managed to build an imperial palace like this was probably already the result of exhausting the people and draining the treasury.
When all was said and done, who in this era besides the emperor could afford to live in a house like this?
Upon entering the great hall, Zhou Xu casually swept the place with the Secret Peeping Eye, but found nothing.
That made sense. Even if Yan Sheng had treasures, he would never hide them in a place like this.
Beyond the great hall lay a rear garden covering four or five hundred square meters, with quite a few buildings scattered around it.
Compared with the three-hundred-square-meter hall in front, these buildings looked far more plain and unadorned. The largest was Yan Sheng's bedchamber, which seemed to measure more