Chapter 72
On the twelfth day of the second month, during the Flower Festival, Jiantai City was filled with blossoms tucked into […]
On the twelfth day of the second month, during the Flower Festival, Jiantai City was filled with blossoms tucked into […]
The New Year passed, the weather grew warmer, and spring arrived. By the second month, the roses at the Spring
Fu Huang settled into the warm sedan chair, its curtains shutting out all the wind and snow outside. Inside the
Now that the realm was at peace, the court and nation alike seemed renewed and full of promise. The Empress
If the Empress Dowager knew why his voice had gone hoarse, she’d probably faint on the spot. As Fu Ye
He passed through the hanging flower gate, braving the falling snow as he pushed open the doors of Chun Chao
The snow fell heavier and heavier, and in less than an hour, the entire imperial palace was blanketed in silver.
The moment he laid eyes on him, tears welled up uncontrollably. His emperor was indeed thinner than before. His skin
Fu Ye carefully put away the letter and asked, “Has the Empress Dowager heard the news yet?” Prime Minister Xie’s
On the last day of the tenth month of Longxing’s sixth year, the Great Zhou army advanced straight toward Shuangluan
Fuhua Temple, on the outskirts of the capital. After two days of heavy rain, the surrounding mountains and forests were
Although the Emperor still managed to send letters almost every day, as the army drew farther and farther from the
Shuang Fu saw His Majesty enter and quickly bowed low to pay his respects. Fu Ye turned and saw Fu
The imperial palace was especially lively today. Groups of officials filled the road from Dongchen Gate all the way to
Qin Neijian thought to himself: What does an emperor even need to prepare for a wedding? He’d never had to
Fu Ye thought about how the past couple of days had left him anxious and on edge, his face worn
Though his eyes were fixed on the memorial in his hands, Fu Ye’s mind wasn’t entirely on what he was
In ancient times, drums were used both to send messages and to mark the hours. Along the main thoroughfare of
At Prince Huan’s residence, dusk had fallen. A few maids were lighting lanterns shaped like little birds as they moved
Once the Emperor and the Prince had entered, Steward Jin and the others took charge of receiving the palace attendants