Deep in the night.
In the study of the Imperial Palace.
The flickering candlelight seeped through the lattice window, faintly illuminating the edges of the windowsill.
Creak—
The door to the study was pushed open, emitting the sound of wear from the long-unrefreshed door.
Then, a graceful silhouette crossed the threshold and entered the study.
The visitor was Shen Mengyun, dressed in an opulent long gown, the hem trailing on the smooth, clean floor, carrying a redwood tray.
"Holy Emperor, it's so late, you should retire!" Shen Mengyun placed the redwood tray on the octagonal table, speaking softly.
While speaking, he opened the food box and served the suitably warm eight-treasure lotus seed porridge.
Then, she saw Ji Minghao looking at the memorial in his hand, his brows furrowed.
Her gaze glanced over the text on the memorial, immediately captivated by the words Northern Barbarian Tribe.
Then, her eyes were drawn again to the book on the desk next to Ji Minghao.
