The not-so-expansive Donghua Pavilion was filled with a warmth that was just right.
Every breeze here, every sensation touching the skin, was meticulously managed by dedicated individuals.
Ensuring the Emperor was not distracted by trivial matters was their greatest contribution to the Great Qi Empire.
The Emperor of Qi sat.
Jiang Wang bowed.
Li Zhengshu stood quietly to the side, not saying a word.
Qiu Ji kept watch outside the pavilion's door, and there was no extraneous sound from afar.
Even the light in the room was disciplined, not daring to flicker in the slightest.
This kind of waiting was most suited for cultivation. Jiang Wang thought inexplicably.
But it was just a thought after all.
The meaning of time was difficult to measure at this moment.
After who knows how long, following yet another page turn—
"In that year's March, the Crown Prince shoots the Dragon and Fox."
