"This?"
Bai Letian's Adam's apple rolled heavily, his gaze fixed intently on the unbelievable scene before him. Everything in front of him was like a painting of a distorted timeline, weaving history with illusion, leaving his mind in disarray.
The scene of Yang Guifei's tragic death and the rumors of Li Longji's seclusion in the deep palace were completely different from the spectacle before him.
Inside the grand hall, the fragrant incense curled up, and the candle flame flickered.
Bai Letian suppressed the shock in his heart, his legs went soft, and with a thud, he knelt on the ground, performing a standard grand salute. His head was lowered, almost touching the cold floor, and his body trembled slightly, it was the shock and unease within him agitating. In his understanding, the rites between the sovereign and his ministers of the Great Tang were deeply rooted in his bones, even in this bizarre illusion, he couldn't defy them.
