The big goose at the south gate was kneeling on the golden bricks of the Tai Chi Hall, his knees already unconscious. The wind and snow outside the palace brought in the cold air, lifting up the white washed coarse cloth shirt on his body, revealing a frostbite on his wrist that had not yet healed. He lowered his head, staring intently at the piece of jade embedded in the cracks in the floor tiles - three days ago, this piece of jade suddenly exploded when he was calculating the quarterly financial report. When he opened his eyes again, he fell from the office on the 21st floor into this ancient palace that was full of weirdness.
