Linxiao Hall.
In the resplendent palace, sunlight streamed through the carved window lattices, casting mottled shadows on the crimson carpet.
The air was filled with the subtle fragrance of Dragon's Saliva Fragrance, imposing and grave.
The Emperor, Zheng Yi, sat high on the Dragon Throne, wearing a bright yellow Dragon Robe. The golden dragon embroidery on the robe was vivid, as if ready to soar into the sky at any moment.
His sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes formed a stern visage, yet they could not hide the fatigue and worry in his eyes.
The eunuch Chen Hai walked hurriedly into the hall, his face careful and every step taken with extreme caution.
"Your Majesty, your servant Chen Hai has something to report." Chen Hai's voice was sharp and respectful.
Zheng Yi slightly raised his eyes, his gaze falling on Chen Hai as he calmly said, "Speak."
