Zhaoyang Hall was ablaze with candlelight, its golden walls glittering.
This was the Emperor's personal residence.
Emperor Wu Su was in high spirits today and had had a few extra cups of wine. Feeling flushed from the alcohol, he had already gone to his chambers to change into a set of informal robes.
He wore a long, narrow-sleeved robe of bamboo green, with dragons embroidered in matching silk thread on the collar and cuffs. The garment further accentuated his tall, slender figure.
In the inner hall, layers of dark teal draperies partitioned off the main chamber, keeping the palace attendants outside.
Emperor Wu Su idly flipped through an original ancient manuscript, his expression radiating an aristocratic air.
Li Yuzong approached with a deep bow, taking small steps. From behind the draperies, he whispered, "Your Majesty, Princess Qingyun and Miss Ji have fallen into the water."
His long fingers froze. The priceless manuscript was carelessly tossed to the floor.
