At nightfall, the lights in the entire palace were splendid.
Other than the streetlamps that were shining, red lanterns were hung all over the palace and on the trees. There was no telling how long these lanterns had been lying at the bottom of the storage boxes.
Colorful silks were twined around the trees, making them look like beautiful flowers.
There was a boiling cauldron of voices inside Zichen Palace Hall. Loud laughter and shouting resounded throughout.
Inside the hall were the aboriginal officials, and outside were the people of the Yun Nation and Tianjing Basin!
Ren Baqian sat beside the empress. He grasped a piece of red silk in one hand and held his chin in the other as he watched Xuan Hua, the Minister of Rites, perform a striptease.
The empress was holding the other end of that piece of red silk.
Many burly men and beautiful women started to howl with laughter when Xuan Hua was left with a piece of cloth to cover his body!
