The evening was like ink, gradually permeating the flying eaves and brackets of the Forbidden City in the Capital.
Frost crystallized on the glazed tiles gleamed coldly in the setting sun, as if reflecting the Emperor's sinister intent to kill.
Inside the Yangxin Hall, confidential reports scattered across the dragon-pattern desk like autumn leaves, the vermillion ink still drying under the flickering candlelight, resembling coagulated bloodstains.
"Rebellion! What rebellion!" The Emperor's yellow dragon robe swept past the dragon pillar in anger, he slammed the secret report onto the desk.
The jade paperweight crashed with a piercing sound, startling the copper bells under the eaves into a jingling chorus, "Jianghu renegades dare to undermine the court's dignity on Mount Song, treating the Great Ming Code as child's play? Summon the cabinet, if they can't come up with a solution within three days, they're all dismissed and investigated!"
