After the Empress Palace was burned to ruins, it became a topic of casual conversation among the citizens. For the men, it meant one less place for entertainment, while for women, it at least meant that their husbands would spend a few more days at home, though the living expenses increased significantly.
Hehe, Hua Qingyi drove the car out of the mall, passing by the gates of the Imperial Palace once more.
He did not look back, nor did he look up; he didn't even glance in its direction. It was just a simple act of a car passing by the gate, heading towards its destination, as if he had never known what this place was or what it used to be.
Hua Qingyi is such a person that, when he feels nostalgic, he would pray or repent for this nostalgia.
