The next day, early morning.
The first ray of sunlight fell through the window onto the bed, reflecting on Chen Yuan's face.
His eyelashes fluttered slightly as he opened his eyes, his expression serene as he sat up from the bed and got dressed.
That night, he had had a good sleep for the first time in a long while.
Since last night after Jiang He and the others had left, he had sat in the secret room for two hours. Originally intending to spend the night in cultivation, he unexpectedly felt an overwhelming sense of sleepiness.
He didn't insist on staying awake and went back to his room to sleep.
All was calm.
After having breakfast, Chen Yuan dressed in the official uniform of the Imperial City Commander and headed in the direction of the Imperial City.
This day marked the eighth year of Jin Jingtai's reign, the ninth day of the twelfth month, and it was also the day of the Royal Family's triennial ancestral worship ceremony.
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