Zhao Hu walked into the Imperial Palace.
Although he was old, he still had to walk on his own to enter the palace; he wasn't arrogant enough to be carried in.
This wasn't his first time entering the palace. The first time he came to Luoyang, he had also visited out of curiosity.
But at that time, the palace was empty, left with remnants of a great battle and desolation, so he lost interest after wandering around the main hall.
For Zhao Hu, the palace was nothing special except for its large size at that time. It wasn't even better than a villa he had outside the city. However, upon entering the palace this time, a sense of majesty subtly pressed on him from above, making Zhao Hu straighten his back and climb the steps step by step under the guidance of the guards.
He climbed until he was gasping for air and had to support his knee before reaching the front of the main hall.
