On the fifth day after the corpse of North vanquishing Prince was transported back to the capital, it was dark.
Outside the meridian Gate, the candles in the stone lamps flickered with an orange flame, reflecting the light of the torches held by the two rows of Imperial Army soldiers.
The ministers gathered at the meridian Gate in the cool wind, silently waiting for the morning court. Occasionally, some familiar officials lowered their heads and whispered to each other. Overall, they maintained silence.
The officials seemed to be holding a breath, which was expanding but also contained, waiting for the opportunity to explode.
"Dong Dong Dong ..."
When the sky was slightly bright, the drums sounded on the City Tower of the meridian Gate.
All the officials lined up and entered the palace one by one.
..........
The throne room!
