"Take a day of rest first, prepare yourself, and tomorrow you'll have an audience with the emperor."
"Yes."
...
In the 16th year of Da Zhi, on December 7th, Zhao Xing, accompanied by Grand Minister of Agriculture Li Boqian, secretly entered the Imperial Palace.
Emperor Jing, Ji Mingjing, received Zhao Xing in Tianyuan Hall.
"Subject Zhao Xing, pays respects to Your Majesty!"
"Wishing Your Majesty everlasting longevity!"
Throughout his journey, Zhao Xing did not raise his head. Upon entering the hall, catching the glow from the throne out of the corner of his eye, he respectfully bowed down.
Li Boqian similarly performed a full ceremony.
"Rise."
A majestic voice came from the throne.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Zhao Xing bowed once more, then stood up.
Only then did he gather a glance at the figure on the throne.
The posture on the throne was grand, like a majestic mountain, emanating an irresistible authority.
