Capital City.
Inside Yangxin Hall, the candle flames never ceased, and the heavy scent of medicine and incense lingered without dissipating. Outside the hall, eight hundred Embroidered Robe Envoys guarded the great hall, having received an imperial decree yesterday that no one outside the hall was allowed to leave, only to enter.
Even for eating, drinking, and other personal matters, there were designated individuals to handle the transmissions.
Inside the hall, Zhu Huai'an, the founding Emperor of the Great Yan dynasty, leaned on the dragon bed, dictating his final edict.
"My time is near, and this is the mandate of Heaven which cannot be defied. Ministers, heed my decree..."
Zhu Huai'an's gaze swept over the crowd, and all the courtiers lowered their heads.
The old dragon, though aged, still commanded respect.