Chapter 42 Yu Sicheng

A massive scroll of the map of Shengjing City.

It hung on an empty wall, and even with such a scale, many layers of detail were still hidden. Hundreds of blocks were divided into huge grids, each outlined with the basic terrain and architecture.

But it was enough.

Di Jiu held a cinnabar pen and gazed at the map, which already had many red circles drawn on it, while Li Zhao read from behind, "...please establish the Winter Prison, with a length of fifteen zhang north to south and nineteen zhang east to west, containing eighty cells and housing three hundred prisoners...."

Such a private prison could not be built just anywhere in Shengjing.

Nine years ago, Yang Juhu was new to the place, with not a single soul in the Imperial Guard he could call his own. Now he was requesting the establishment of the Winter Prison, without worrying about not being able to control it.

Because he now had people he trusted in Shengjing.