Morning, Imperial Palace.
The Court Meeting regarding the peace negotiations was held under the gaze of the public.
Xu Wenyan and Xu Xueling, following protocol, left most of their followers at the gate of the Imperial City.
They themselves led the accompanying delegation of civil servants, walking through the tall and deep gate tunnel to the Meridian Gate Square, which had been stained with blood twice in the past three years.
At this moment, the east had already broken dawn, and the snow on the square had been cleared, but a thin layer of frost remained.
The court officials, both civil and military, had already crossed the east and west side gates ahead of them, passed the Golden Water Bridge, and waited at the square adjacent to the white jade steps. Their gazes followed the steps upward to the majestic and solemn Jinluan Palace.
When they saw the delegation approaching, the officials all turned their gazes towards them.
