"Your Majesty!"
On the river, waves of heat surged, and the ships competed, spreading out like wings.
The towering building reached a hundred feet high, a crimson carpet spread across the deck, extending from the bow to the throne, dividing the entire hall space neatly in two.
The Heavenly Feather Guards stood in armor, spears in hand, flanking the sides.
Civil and military officials silently accompanied.
This journey was both an audience with the Emperor, a meeting with the King, and an inspection tour.
A solemn atmosphere originally pervaded, but with Liang Qu's entrance into this space, a breeze seemed to break the ice like spring thawing; at the sound of "Your Majesty," joyous emotions uncontrollably overflowed, infecting everyone present.
