Those acting cute, act cute; those massaging, massage; those responsible for amusement, amuse.
"You little rascals, hahaha~~ you really know how to please me. Come, come, I've prepared some spirit beef for you~~" In a short while, the Great Emperor surrendered, his stern face returning to a gentle smile, as if his wounded heart had been healed all at once.
...
At the same period.
At noon.
Lunchtime had just passed, and the busy officials who had worked all morning finally welcomed a rare lunchtime break. The officials either gathered in threes and twos with tea under the corridors, chatting softly and exchanging gossip they've recently heard from various places, or leaned on their desks for a short nap, relaxing their exhausted minds.
This was the outer courtyard of the Imperial Palace.
Using Zhenghe Hall as the center, the surroundings were where officials worked. This was also the political power center of the entire Daqian, the location of the Inner Pavilion.
