"Your Majesty, it is the hour of Xu."
A courtier softly said beside Emperor Yun.
Emperor Yun nodded slightly.
The courtier understood, straightened up, and addressed the courtiers and titled kings, "Everyone, the Cloud Fighting is about to begin, those who wish to participate, please proceed outside the hall."
With these words, many great kings put down their wine cups, their expressions relaxing.
The earlier serious phase of merit comparison had passed, and the atmosphere in the hall began to shift towards entertainment.
The melodious and soothing sound of the zither began again, as the palace dancers floated in like butterflies.
"Hong Zhen, go ahead, do not disgrace us." Prince Xia, not interested in the dancers gracefully whirling in the hall, instructed his attendant.
"Yes." Hong Zhen stood up abruptly, his large stature exuding a fierce battle intent, as if he were heading to the battlefield.
After answering, he glanced at Song Changming beside him.
