Ancient ABO*32+1
The water clock has not yet finished marking the hour of Yin, and the palaces of Tianqi City are already bathed in a cold, crab-shell-blue light. You tread across the imperial road, the thin frost left from last night crunching beneath your boots, the chill of lingering winter creeping up along the hem of your twelve-ornament ceremonial robes. Inside Hanyuan Hall, the aloeswood incense burns with agonizing slowness, its heavy fragrance pressing down on every inch of the air—and on the held breaths of the civil and military officials below the steps.
The young emperor sits high upon the dragon throne, his knuckles idly tapping the armrest of red sandalwood, those hawk-like eyes resting on you. His gaze is not piercing, yet it is like a net cast in silence, trapping you at its center. Beyond the hall, the Eastern Depot riders change the guard without a sound, the dull thud of iron boots on white marble steps striking one after another, each beat seeming to knock at the turning points of your fate.
Today's court assembly seems to have been convened just to await you.
Standing at the very heart of this vortex of power, do you break this suffocating silence first, or wait for His Majesty, the Sovereign of Nine and Five, to speak and set the tone?
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