Great Zhou.
Imperial Study Room.
Fang Xing wore a visage of authority, dressed in imperial attire, seated behind the desk, looking at a young man below.
"Crown Prince... what matter do you wish to report?"
He casually inquired.
"Father... it's regarding the Zhang Family of the dense forest."
A young man wearing a Flood Dragon robe bowed and said, "This matter has been thoroughly investigated, yet the Dali Temple finds it difficult to decide, delaying until today... I request Father to give a sacred judgment."
His demeanor was one of utmost respect, for his father's authority was immensely profound.
This emperor, who ascended the throne at nine, eliminated the powerful ministers and confined the Empress Dowager at eleven... now reigning for thirty-six years, was a formidable figure before whom all civil and military officials, as well as aristocratic families, bowed their heads. It was privately circulated that 'among emperors through the ages, none were superior in strategy.'
