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Da Meng Imperial Palace
The Prince Song was soon escorted into the Chengtian Hall by the guards.
Behind the Dragon Desk in Chengtian Hall, Li Hongzhao, dressed in a bright yellow palace gown, languidly perused the memorials.
Her jade-like, crystalline hand held a vermilion brush. With a sweep of her phoenix eyes, she started writing, her pen gliding as if dancing with dragons, yet her writing was swift and excellent.
She then tossed the memorial aside and picked up another one.
A palace maid beside her caught the memorial, gently blew on it, and then neatly stacked it.
Li Hongzhao reviewed at lightning speed, her phoenix eyes sweeping over as she picked up the pen to write, then tossing it aside.
In the blink of an eye, she had finished reviewing a book. Within a short time, she had completed a stack of memorials.
But the eunuch continued to bring in another stack.
