Within the imperial palace stood countless halls and pavilions, their double eaves and layered towers stretching on without end.
Eunuch Mei passed through towering vermilion gates and, led by a young eunuch, arrived at a resplendent and magnificent grand hall!
The palace sprawled there like crouching lions and tigers, its sharp edge concealed, yet it gave off an invisible sense of immense weight and dominance. Its bearing was extraordinary.
This was Sweet Dew Hall!
The place where the Jin Emperor read when he had leisure time!
Eunuch Mei straightened his court robes and slowly entered Sweet Dew Hall. Guarding either side of its entrance were two Imperial Guards in golden armor, each nine feet tall!
The hall was grand and dignified. Though it contained few furnishings, it carried a sense of weight and lived-in warmth.
At the far end of the hall hung a beaded curtain. Through it, one could vaguely see a dragon throne, upon which sat a blurred figure in silence!
Boundless nobility and majesty spilled from behind the curtain, stretching across all directions.
Eunuch Mei now stood before the beaded curtain. He bowed deeply toward it and said, "Your Majesty, the Sixth Prince has been found!"
"His bloodline has been verified by the sacred artifact, Lady of Worship. There should be no mistake."
The Jin Emperor behind the curtain remained silent for a long while, perhaps deep in thought, perhaps recalling the past.
"Little Mei, what sort of person is he?"
After a moment, a dignified, vigorous voice came from behind the curtain. It seemed to descend from beyond the heavens, carrying a force that shook the heart.
That voice naturally belonged to the Jin Emperor.
Eunuch Mei stood respectfully with both hands folded, his eyes lowered and head bowed. Su Qingyang's earlier conduct surfaced in his