Taichu Palace, Zichen Hall.
The scent of sandalwood fills the air.
Wu Zetian revered Buddhist teachings, and although under Gu Jing's restrictions, she hadn't embarked on a large-scale establishment of temples as in the original history.
Yet, within this Taichu Palace, her personal mark of faith still tenaciously exists.
Gu Jing followed the palace maid and slowly walked into the hall.
As Fang Fu entered, before Gu Jing had time to act, a gentle voice hidden behind the plain curtains instantly sounded: "Grand Tutor, no need for formalities."
"Please be seated."
Upon hearing this, Gu Jing merely nodded slightly as a gesture, without declining.
Once the palace maid placed a purple sandalwood stool covered with brocade near the throne, he sat down calmly, his posture dignified, and his eyes peacefully directed towards the curtain.
Behind the curtain, Wu Zetian seemed to take a deep breath before slowly speaking, "I summoned the Grand Tutor today for national affairs."
