Emperor Robe billowed, and black hair danced in the air.
Bright golden eyes, so dazzling, so stubborn, just like that stormy night years ago, when that young girl, despite being utterly pale and terrified, still entered the palace without looking back. She donned the Dragon Throne, overseeing all people, and from then on, she became the Empress of Tang Country.
A full decade, unchanged even slightly.
At first, he simply wanted to install a puppet that was easy to control, to subvert the country more easily.
But in the end, how was he so bewildered by the crisp call of "Prime Minister" from His Majesty, so unwaveringly committed to crumbling and clearing away all obstacles for her?
How did this Empress come to leave such a lasting legacy, becoming the greatest sovereign in the history of Tang Country?
Thoughts overwhelming, past images, scene by scene, swept through Zhang Jushan's mind.
