After Jiang Wang left, De Lu Palace fell silent once more.
Only then did the Son of Heaven's voice ring out: "Have that mural copied and hung in the Donghua Pavilion. I, too, wish to gaze upon it daily."
Merely this one sentence...
Merely this one sentence.
Han Ling bowed his head, accepted the order, and left.
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An eunuch maintained a sufficient distance, leading the way ahead, his footsteps falling silently on the massive stone slabs. They were a group accustomed to cautious carefulness, living with humility in this grand Imperial City.
Jiang Wang walked unhurriedly behind, exuding an extraordinary demeanor.
With each step he took, tap, tap, tap.
Walking through the imposing and magnificent Imperial City, his blue robe pressing against his sword, his pace calm and unhurried, who could not remark on his dashing youthfulness?
