Asharuiya gazed at the glittering bedchamber before her, her beautiful eyes full of awe. She stood there for a long time without a word.
After a while, she sighed and climbed the familiar white jade steps toward the magnificent bedchamber above.
At last, Asharuiya reached the entrance and looked inside.
Every furnishing in the hall spoke of supreme power and wealth. The exquisite jade steps, the Golden Thread tapestries on either side, and the burning ambergris incense all conveyed royal splendor and solemnity.
As the light shifted, the gilded hall seemed like a palace in the heavens, inspiring reverence.
Gold-and-red pillars stood throughout the Palace, each carved with lifelike dragons and phoenixes.
Whenever a breeze passed through, the tassels swayed with a pleasing chime, like a harmony played by heaven and earth.
Overhead, the intricate carvings on the brackets resembled phoenixes soaring among the clouds, wings spread for flight.
Every detail of the imperial bedchamber was breathtaking, a testament to the supremacy of imperial power.
This was the heart of the empire, a symbol of power and a witness to history.
Beneath its brilliant light, countless decisions had changed countless lives. This bedchamber had witnessed the rise and fall of generations of emperors.
The moment she stepped inside, the first thing she saw was a vast imperial bed draped in splendid brocade and set with dazzling gems.
Beside it, flowers that bloomed through every season stood in a glazed vase, giving off a faint fragrance.
A huge landscape painting hung on the wall. Its brushwork carried the grandeur of a ruler, so vivid it seemed to draw the viewer inside.
And seated on the Dragon Throne was a figure in a dark yellow robe, its Golden Thread dragon embroidery lending his finery an air of majesty.
His smooth, fair face