Yan Nation was a prosperous country. It stood strong, covering a vast territory in the east.
The palace was grand and luxurious. Intricate patterns were carved into the walls and ceilings, stunning anyone who laid eyes on them, yet the people who lived there were long immune to such beauty.
The servants kept their heads lowered, each focused on their own work. They did not even dare to breathe too loudly, let alone gossip with one another, as if afraid of something.
From time to time, a maid would steal a glance from the corner of her eye at the man in the dark robe sitting not far away.
The man rested leisurely on the couch. He wore a luxurious robe adorned with gold and silver embroidery. The dragon pattern on the robe bore a ferocious expression, its eyes glistening with a red hue as if alive.
Shen Yuheng propped his cheek against his hand, his eyes slightly dazed. From time to time, his other hand, which held the fish food, moved mechanically.
"Your Majesty."
