Wei Tianyang pushed open the heavy rosewood door, and a faint scent of flowers enveloped him; it was a very spacious conference room. Seven green glass chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and the dark red walls were adorned with oil paintings.
Stepping into the room felt like being enveloped by a force field; the sparse noise outside abruptly vanished as he looked back, only to see the confidential secretary had quietly closed the door.
A long white table spanned the room, with a blue and brown carpet stretching to the far end. The uniquely designed chairs had high backrests and armrests carved with dragons.
He saw Zhao Ling sitting at the end of the conference table, her hair pinned up and dressed in azure and blue regal attire, her legs crossed as she looked towards him.
"Why are you standing there? Come here," Zhao Ling said.
"You are the Emperor?!" Wei Tianyang was startled.
"Unexpected? Do you think the Emperor should be a man?" Zhao Ling smiled.
