Tai City.
Xianyang Hall's Eastern Pavilion.
The morning light just started to seep in, and looking out from the half-open window, one could see the red walls and green tiles wet as if carrying the tide's moisture with dew.
Last night's rain had left the incense ashes in the bronze beast incense burner cold.
Dawn was approaching, but Xiao Cheng still had not slept.
Sitting alone by the window, the curtains fluttering in the wind, his handsome eyes deep in thought.
Jixiang bent down, refilling the cup with water again.
He had been adding water all night while His Majesty sat through it.
Outside the hall steps, Feng Jingteng, Feng Ying, and the second elder of the Feng Family, Feng Jingchao, along with Feng Jingyao's two sons who held positions in the court, had come early to see the Emperor but were told that His Majesty had not yet arisen and they had not been summoned.
