The Royal Capital of Great Yue's core district was a vast yet not overly sprawling complex of magnificent palaces.
There were not many palaces, so the grounds were not extensive. Yet every one of them was extraordinarily tall and spacious, blending ruggedness and extravagance into a balanced beauty.
Murals and patterns bearing a strong Buddhist style could be seen everywhere.
Great Yuan, which had once represented the Daoist Sect, had long become a thing of the past.
At the center of the palace complex stood the Emperor's daily residence, known as Qianyuan Palace.
Within the resplendent palace.
Emperor Dingyuan stood with his hands behind his back, narrowing his eyes as he quietly watched the eunuch kneeling below and reporting the situation.
The palace attendants on either side were pressed down by an invisible pressure, not daring even to breathe loudly.
This pressure was not Qi Mechanism, nor was it danger. It came from the fact that the man before them could effortlessly stir their fates with every word and action.
When a person's joy, anger, sorrow, pleasure, even the slightest displeasure or trivial gesture, could cause upheaval in another's entire life—
That feeling would become a tremendous pressure, suppressing others until they did not dare breathe.
And such power—
Was called authority!
Emperor Dingyuan had always retained the appearance of a middle-aged man.
No one knew how old he truly was.
When the Former Emperor had brought him back to the palace and proclaimed that he would become Crown Prince of all Great Wu—
He had already been an adult then.
Other than himself, no one knew where he had spent his childhood.
At this moment, Emperor Dingyuan looked to be in the prime of his life. He wore a mustache shaped like the character eight, his cheeks were lean,