He squinted his eyes, mumbling, "Prince Jing, it's finally your turn."
...
...
In the Capital, Zhao Douan emerged from the Stone Wall again, sinking into the puppet's body.
Exiting the old building, with the vibration of wind chimes overhead, the Empress was nowhere to be seen.
Zhao Douan walked out of the Martial Arts Hall, only to see the bleak autumn wind and the ancient trees in the palace.
Compared to the south, the temperature in the Capital had dropped sharply in recent days; even as a puppet, he could clearly feel the chill.
Wearing a white mask, he arrived outside the Imperial Study Room, where the palace maids, clad in thick palace skirts, tacitly left.
Inside the study, Xu Zhenguan was seated beside the Imperial Desk, correcting documents, with a beast-shaped brazier on the floor, inside which the red-hot coals glowed brightly.
With the Empress's cultivation, she was no longer afraid of the cold or heat, but the room remained warm.
