Since the chief watchman appeared, Xiu Yuan had not spoken again. He merely slowly turned the teacup in his hand, silently watching the confrontation between the two.
Only at this moment did he shift his gaze to the skirt armor lying on the floor, remaining silent for a long time.
Others cut off their robes, Yan Tu cut off his armor.
Xiu Yuan shook his head.
He had despised Yan Tu's bull chewing peonies many times, yet now he raised his cup and drank this exquisite tea in one go.
...
...
Purple Pole Hall.
The morning assembly had dispersed, and the civil and military officials had all retreated.
Yet Emperor Qi remained in the hall.
High above the cinnabar steps was the enormous and magnificent dragon throne.
The grand hall was vast and empty.
Emperor of Da Qi, elusive today, was neither perusing memorials nor doing anything else, merely sitting fixedly there.
After a long time, he sighed: "Have I sat too high?"
