DONG! DONG! DONG...
With the first ray of sunrise, an ancient bronze bell resonated, loud and clear, in the sky above the Imperial Capital. Its sound, so powerful and sustained, could be heard for thousands of miles around.
The palace guards pushed open the vermilion palace gates.
The court officials, having arrived early and neatly lined up, were heading to the Imperial Hall. Yet, on this day of great joy, few smiles graced their faces; instead, they appeared solemn.
Ascending to the Divine Court could mean Nie Feng might betray them at any moment!
Is it a blessing?
Or is it a disaster?
I hope His Majesty has a plan! Jia Xu, walking near the front of the procession, thought with concern as he gazed at the already prepared altar.
