The day dawned with a sky covered in crimson clouds.
The imperial hawks circled above the Palace of Eternal Flames,
While the golden bells of the Council of Ancestors resonated one after another.
Today, the emperor had to decide:
Would Suwei remain in the Palace as the designated consort...
Or would he be sent back home as an "inappropriate presence?"
—
The judgment hall was a temple of ancient echoes.
The noble houses were gathered.
The Baihuan House, with its arrogance intact.
The Renxia House, with their sharp gazes.
The Yueji House, in a silence full of wisdom.
And the House Jinhai, absent... for Suwei was their only face.
The Council murmured.
—Too much power for an omega without title.
—The signs are not enough.
—The flower could have been a trick.
—We cannot allow sentiment to rule the Empire...
Jin Long listened.
Without speaking.
Without moving.
But with his gaze fixed... on Suwei, standing in the middle of the hall.
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