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Imperial Palace, Golden Throne Hall.
The Great Hall was completely silent, not a sound to be heard.
A man dressed in a dragon robe entered, accompanied by the eunuch with white eyebrows.
At the same time, a silent pressure swept in, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts, a feeling that was indescribable.
The man above was indeed the Emperor of Great Yan, who had ruled for forty-two years, the Taiping Human Emperor.
Since suffering a serious injury, this was his first appearance in the court.
At this moment, his expression was calm, his appearance as ordinary as Zhao Mengtai's, but his dragon robe carried an inherent dignity, and there was a distinct valiance between his brows that commanded involuntary awe.
"Long live the Emperor, long live, long live!"
All present shouted their salutations.
Zhao Zhiwu sat upon the Dragon Throne and said indifferently, "Rise."
His voice was strong and resonant, echoing throughout the Great Hall.
