They sat safely, their postures either majestic, elegantly graceful like the sandy ridges, or carrying the dignified semblance of an academic official. Although the Classical Taoist Song had not yet commenced, discussions had already begun regarding various literary debates. Particularly intense was the discussion concerning the current danger to the Imperial Court Imperial Guards and the chaotic state of the world, so fervent that one pulled another into the debate.
Two young men dressed in Liuxiang Pavilion attendant attire stood in the lower right corner, wearing expensive velvet bracelets on their wrists and carrying trays laden with cups and goblets. They stood side by side, next to a large floor-to-ceiling window that was crafted from Persian-imported crystal glass, offering a quite impressive view outside.
At this moment, the youth closest to the window glanced out, a trace of worry between his brows.
