Half a month later,
the Imperial Capital, Nine Dragons Mountain.
The mountains were picturesque and the water was clear, with pavilions by the water and vermillion palace walls.
The forest was dense with greenery, and the paths meandered through.
A man wearing a grey python robe, with a belt of purple and jade beads around his waist, walked in front, guiding the middle-aged man in a black dragon robe behind him, speaking in a very fine, modulated tone,
"Prime Minister Xu, His Highness the Emperor was quite angry last night, even smashing his favorite brocaded jade."
"....."
The middle-aged man did not respond to his words.
The man in the python robe glanced back at the person behind him and ceased to speak, quickening his pace.
