When Li Mingshun arrived at the somewhat ostentatious Lord's Mansion in Caili City with his guards, he was genuinely disgusted by Zhao Ji.
This so-called legitimate Emperor of the Dahua Empire had renovated the Lord's Mansion using the sweat-soaked wealth gouged from the local commoners.
The newly refurbished Lord's Mansion still exuded a desolate poverty of an end-of-the-road nature. A closer inspection revealed the cracks and decay in the corners. After all, no matter how a peasant woman dresses up, she can never become a Princess. Likewise, no amount of decoration can transform a Lord's Mansion into an imperial palace.
Yet, it was in such a place—a place where any ambitious Emperor wouldn't have wasted their time—that Zhao Ji chose to sink into debauchery.
A suffocating stench filled the air, making Li Mingshun restless. It was the smell of women, the smell of men, the foul stench of men and women tangled together.
