Da Chu, year 220.
The death knell rang in the middle of winter.
The Emperor had passed away, and the entire country was in mourning.
Along with the Emperor, there was also a painting with yellow edges.
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If there was a next life.
I wish.
Ordinary people, dressed in plain clothes, had white hair, and stayed together for a long time.
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Three days later, the new emperor ascended the throne.
The clothes drooped down to rule the world, covering the universe.
In the throne room.
The Emperor was bright yellow, the color of an Emperor.
The twelve crowns drooped slightly, blocking the sky.
Chu yanhuan sat on the Dragon throne, which symbolized the Emperor. Her delicate face was expressionless, and there was a faint sense of Majesty between her slightly tender eyebrows.
The officials below knelt on the ground and shouted in unison, ""Long live our Emperor, long live, long live ..."
The Empress raised her hand slightly.
