5:00 AM.
The chirping of birds outside the palace reached the inside, as a group of palace maids busily cleaned and tidied up the traces left by Emperor Yan Anzhi in the Weiyang Palace.
Last night, the Regent King ordered the lifting of Emperor Yan Anzhi's confinement and sent someone to deliver the order early this morning.
At this time, the Emperor had already been brought back to Yangxin Hall.
Yangxin Hall was the Emperor's sleeping palace. The originally luxurious golden decorations had now been almost completely dismantled, including Yan Anzhi's favorite golden phoenix ornament.
In the current Yangxin Hall, the golden vases on the table have been replaced by white porcelain ones, the golden tree had been replaced by a pot of Chinese dwarf bamboo, and all that remained was the golden trim on the table's corner.
"Where are my treasures?" This was Yan Anzhi's first question upon entering, his eyes wide as he rummaged through the room, his hair disheveled.
