Inside the Linxiao Hall, the atmosphere was heavy and oppressive.
The high dome seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mysterious mist, with giant stone pillars standing on both sides. The carved reliefs of auspicious beasts loomed in the dim light, as if silently watching everything in the hall.
The eunuch Chen Hai lowered his head and hurriedly walked into the Linxiao Hall.
His figure appeared particularly small in the vast hall, each step carrying a cautious wariness.
Striding quickly into the hall, he dared only to glance at Your Majesty seated on the Dragon Throne out of the corner of his eye.
With a thud, he knelt down and, with a slightly trembling voice, said, "Your Majesty, this servant Chen Hai has something to report."
Zheng Yi sat upright on the Dragon Throne, his expression grim and his gaze sharp as a torch.
He slightly squinted his eyes, looking at Chen Hai kneeling below, and said in a deep voice, "Speak."
