"Is this person the Qing Emperor?"
The courtyard behind the Vermilion Gate was not big, and a figure stood in the middle of the courtyard.
More accurately, it was a sculpture, a lifelike sculpture that should be the Qing Emperor's honor.
From the sculpture, the Qing Emperor was a middle-aged man, around 30 years old, with a tall, slender body and a determined face. He wore a long blue robe with his hands naturally behind his back, his deep eyes slightly raised, looking diagonally up at something that seemed to be attracting his attention.
The Qing Emperor's appearance didn't look like a decisive and powerful figure, but rather like a scholar with a gentle and refined demeanor.
"Huh... there is actually a will within this sculpture."
As Long Yan examined the sculpture, he suddenly sensed that there was a strong will within it, which should be the will left behind by the Qing Emperor.
"I want to see what you've hidden in this sculpture."
