The Daqian Imperial Palace!
The morning light penetrates the nine-layered palace complex, making the gilded hall pillars glow radiantly.
Inside the Yuji Hall, civil and military officials stand on either side like clay sculptures and wooden carvings, not even the wrinkles in their robes move.
Outside the hall, from a bronze crane incense burner, the Dragon's Saliva Fragrance curls upward, yet it cannot dispel the heavy atmosphere within the hall.
At the front of the civil officials' ranks, Chancellor Zhao Xian in his purple robe and jade belt, unconsciously rubs the coiling dragon pattern on the jade belt with his knuckles.
At the forefront of the military officials' ranks, Sun Lingyuan, the leader of the Dragon Soaring Guard, donned in golden armor, his red tassel swaying gently in the wind, his gaze as sharp as a blade, emitting a chill.
But who could have imagined that this Mr. Sun, who holds the power of the Imperial Palace Guard.
