"Clang—" The trembling sound of the gong echoed from the distant entrance, followed by the solemn melody of music, drawing nearer and nearer. The Emperor of Da Qi had truly arrived.
Before Li Huowang could make a move, the official beside him, who had been sipping vinegar from a shallow dish, suddenly turned pale and scrambled towards the entrance.
When Li Huowang likewise reached the courtyard outside, he saw everyone, including the so-called Old Qin and Magistrate Liang, kneeling on the ground.
The music drew closer still, mixing with the rich scent of fragrance, the rounded top of the Son of Heaven's carriage slowly peeked out from behind the tall wall.
With the approach of the procession, what followed were pillars adorned with red cloud dragons, intertwined with dark green sashes, enclosed by curtains patterned with black cloud dragon feathers, which tightly encased the entire wooden structure.
