Imperial Capital, Imperial Palace.
The Golden Hall was shrouded in darkness as always, so quiet it seemed like a land of the dead.
A beam of divine light pierced through the void, illuminating the dragon throne in resplendent gold and jade, radiating an air of majesty and solemnity.
Emperor Chu held a scroll of ancient texts and sat casually on the dragon throne. His gaze remained focused on the book, and whenever he came across something interesting, a smile would occasionally curl at the corners of his lips.
After receiving the announcement, Pan Qing slowly entered the Golden Hall. He stepped out of the darkness and stopped ten paces before the dragon throne.
"Greetings, Your Majesty." Pan Qing respectfully cupped his fists in salute.
"No need for formalities." Emperor Chu did not look up from the book and replied casually.
Pan Qing straightened and saw that Emperor Chu was reading. Not wishing to disturb him, he simply stood quietly beneath the dragon throne.
A heavy deathly silence once again filled the Golden Hall. Neither of them spoke first.
Only after Emperor Chu finished reading the page did he raise his head and smile at Pan Qing. "Pan Qing, given your temperament, you must have something to discuss if you've come to see me this time, don't you?"
Pan Qing spread his hands, wearing a helpless smile. "Your Majesty, let's speak frankly. I came today on behalf of the sect to ask what exactly you mean."
Emperor Chu frowned. "What matter are you referring to?"
Pan Qing smiled bitterly. "Your Majesty, don't beat around the bush. I'm talking about... the marriage between Lin Bai and Fallen Immortal."
"What exactly are you thinking, Your Majesty?"
"Do you sincerely intend to grant Lin Bai and Fallen Immortal a marriage decree, or do you