Dragon Court, Taiji Palace, at this time, the sun was setting in the west.
The sunset poured like molten gold, spreading over the flying eaves and dougong of the Taiji Palace. The bronze patina on the chiwen shone with a cold light, the beasts on the ridges lost their glaze, exuding a sense of ancient and weathered elegance.
As dusk deepened, the play of light and shadow moved through the palace, casting long shadows of the corridor columns, sandalwood incense curling upward, carved wooden couches, green jade incense burners, and plain silk screens outlined different shadows in the light.
"Dong dong dong"
Outside the Imperial City, the dull evening drums resounded faintly, echoing between the palace gates.
In the orange-red light, before a royal desk, a silhouette knelt on one knee.
"Today, Chen Yuan took office—what has this minister done, any unusual movements?"
Emperor Wu's voice resounded in the hall, eerie and unpredictable.
