"Where is the yellow robe? Today's so-called 'donning of the yellow robe' actually lacks a yellow robe altogether. Strictly speaking, it doesn't conform to the 'ritual' those people harp on about, yet shamefully, not one of them brought it up."
After the meeting, Xia Chichi, exhausted as if collapsed, lazily sipped tea while leaning on a seat in a side hall. Tang Wanju was also resting beside her, drinking tea. There appeared to be no trace of ruler and subject between them; she did not wait for the "permission to sit," simply swaggering over and sitting down—The Emperor didn't bother with her at all.
This wasn't anything like a ruler-subject relationship, it was more like a family gathering.
And after the meeting, Vermilion Bird had disappeared, storming off angrily to who knows where.
