Beginning to feel uncomfortable, Fan Xian took half a step back without anyone noticing. He lowered his face and scanned the hall out of the corners of his eyes.
There were no one extraordinary people among Northern Qi’s officials. What got Fan Xian’s attention was the gently swaying bead curtain besides the Dragon Throne. Light was reflected off the pools of the water and danced beautifully onto the beads.
Fan Xian knew that the empress dowager – the one who truly held real power in Northern Qi – was behind that curtain.
A while later, the emperor on the Dragon Throne yawned, showing his boredom.
