Snow whirled in the air.
The wind drove the snowflakes into a slant, like arrows, casting down towards the capital's buildings below.
Lingyun Hall.
The new emperor sat on the throne, clad in a dragon robe and crown, with a beaded curtain obscuring his face, rendering his expression unreadable.
Beside him, Yue Dewen was seated, his eyes slightly closed at this moment.
Below, at the early morning court, the civil and military officials stood in two lines, silent as the grave.
"Now, the three divine generals are about to enter the capital for an audience. Although Your Majesty must not neglect them, at this time, as the new dynasty is established, the military power alone under the command of these three generals far exceeds the capital several times over. Yet upon their return, they do not come to Lingyun Hall at the first opportunity; instead, they leave us waiting here for long..."
The first elder on the left, named Suka Yimu Tie, spoke in a deep voice.
