Storm Imperial Capital.
In a vast green palace resembling emerald jade.
An enthralling banquet was underway.
Empress Lin Rong lay lazily on an exquisite throne, watching the bare-chested men who danced gracefully in the grand hall below.
The sounds of music and wine mingled with the whispered conversations of other imperial concubines and aristocratic ladies, clad in luxurious and elegant gowns.
The Empress's eldest son, who was also the Empire's Crown Prince, the First Prince Xu Yuankong, sat beside his mother, casually flipping through a military scroll in his hands.
He didn't enjoy these banquets, but his mother had compelled him to attend. Bored, he decided to immerse himself in ancient military texts.
The scroll in his hands was capable of containing countless vast contents, akin to a giant library.
So, after three years, he still hadn't finished reading it.
