Beiyuan Royal Hunting Ground, located seventy miles north of the Capital City, covers a vast area. The path there is through dense forests and deep mountains, making it the ideal location for hunting.
This hunting ground is reserved solely for the imperial service, and commoners are prohibited from entering.
Qi Yun, fifty-one years old, ought to ride the imperial carriage, but he did not; he still rode a horse.
As Emperor, he cannot show any sign of weakness, or the ministers might harbor disloyal thoughts.
He restrained himself to appear imposing, yet what about these ministers? They cling to several Princes, engaging in the battle for succession, a reflection of human ambition, even though some of it is orchestrated by him.
Qi Yun looked at the endless expanse of Beiyuan Hunting Ground, and the open view eased his mood greatly.
On either side stood Empress Qiao and Consort Xue, behind them was Princess Consort Zhen, along with a group of concubines.
