Wearing a black dragon robe embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon, Feng Xiyan looked majestic and cold.
Looking at the hundreds of ministers and generals standing below the long stairs and the thousands of elite soldiers guarding the area, his hands hidden within his wide sleeves clenched tightly.
Glancing at the sun's position, he could not help but ask, "Is it not time yet?"
Standing a few steps behind him, the Minister of Rites wiped his forehead with his sleeve and thought, 'Great General, you have been asking the same questions for one sichen now.'
Putting on a smile, he clasped his hands and replied, "Great General, there are still two sichen before the auspicious hour."
Hearing this, Feng Xiyan could not wait any longer and walked down the stairs.
Seeing this, the Minister of Rites' soul almost came out of his mouth. Coming back to his senses, he hurriedly chased after Feng Xiyan.
"Great General, you cannot go! It's against the rules!"
