Imperial Palace, imperial garden.
In the pavilion with yellow curtains, there was an octagonal table made of yellow Rosewood. A yellow robe and a green robe sat on the table.
Wei Yuan and Emperor Yuan jing were about the same age. One had a ruddy complexion and a head full of black hair, while the other had long graying hair, his eyes containing the vicissitudes of life that had settled over the years.
If men were to be compared to wine, Emperor Yuan jing would be the most glamorous and honorable pot. In terms of taste, Wei Yuan would be the most mellow and fragrant.
The two of them were talking.
Emperor Yuan jing looked at the White chess piece that Wei Yuan took and sighed, "
