The dawn light broke, the fog gradually dissipated.
A jet-black carriage passed through layers of palace gates and finally stopped on the Han Baiyu Square in front of the Chengtian Hall.
The square was as wide as a mirror, and at this moment was filled with civil and military officials, arranged in neat formations according to their ranks, silent, with only the slight sound of the wind blowing against their ceremonial robes.
The carriage stopped, the curtain was lifted, and Jiang Ning, in a black robe with the East Ling Seal hanging at his waist, stepped gracefully off the carriage.
As soon as he landed, two young maidservants dressed in palace attire came forward to greet him, both possessing gentle features and dignified manners.
The leading maidservant appeared to be just over twenty, with a tall and slender figure, her demeanor clearly having been professionally trained.
