Emperor Qi was still in the palace.

Above the tall Danbi is a huge and gorgeous dragon chair.

The majestic hall was empty.

The Emperor of Da Qi rarely reviewed the memorials today, nor did he do anything else. He just sat there.

After a long time, he sighed: "Am I sitting too high?"

Of course, the one standing by at this moment can only be Han Ling.

He didn't answer, because the emperor didn't need any answer.

Snap, snap.

The sound of footsteps echoed outside Ziji Hall and in the huge white stone square.

It's not really heavy, but it's very clear to their ears.

The emperor held on to the handrail, stood up, and walked towards His Majesty Dan.

The dragon boots touch the ground and are stable and powerful.

The emperor walked very slowly, because every step carried the weight of the country.

The footsteps outside the hall were gentle and regular.

Within the scope of "ritual", do not slow down.

When Emperor Qi finally stepped down from his throne, he stood in the hall of Ziji Palace, standing at the front of the usual lineup of courtiers.

The thin figure wrapped in white fox fur also stood in the huge door of Ziji Palace.

The huge portal, like a heavenly palace, made the man even thinner.

In the morning light falling behind him, people and fur were like snow.

It brings a chill that freezes the heart.

"My son, please pay homage to your father!"

Jiang Wuqi pushed up the golden mountain, toppled the jade pillar, and bowed down in the majestic Ziji Palace.

He could have gone to the emperor's palace to meet him, but today he was a son meeting his father, and he was also a minister meeting the king.

So I chose Ziji Palace.

Emperor Qi did not stop his great gift. The pearls hanging down from Pingtian's crown obscured the emotions of the Supreme Emperor of Qi.

But the swaying bead curtain clearly said that his mood was not calm.

In the end the emperor just asked: "Why bother?"

Jiang Wuqi stood up in a polite manner. Now he stood in front of the Emperor of Da Qi. Finally, as a son, he could look at his father equally.

This is the special grace granted by Emperor Qi.

But he kept his courtesy, lowered his eyes, and said seriously: "Father, the great cause is imminent, and there must be no hidden dangers in the army."

The emperor said: "We have plenty of time..."

Jiang Wuqi said: "Time waits for no one."

"Wu Qi." The emperor only called once and then fell silent.

Han Ling stood behind the emperor without saying a word, standing like a silent sculpture, but his face was sad and his eyes were filled with tears.

Only Jiang Wuqi was smiling.

He smiled like a snowflake blooming in the Ziji Palace.

Rarely in his life had he had such a bright, brilliant smile.

Because when he was born, he had already carried too much. Even in his infancy, his fate was already determined.

In the frozen soil of life, where can any flowers bloom?

"Father, do you trust me?" Jiang Wuqi asked.

The emperor was silent for a long time, and finally said: "The emperor must not doubt."

Jiang Wuqi's pale and handsome face still had a bright smile: "Now you can trust me."

He seemed to be determined to let Emperor Qi remember his brilliant appearance.

That's why he smiles so brightly.

"I just hope you believe me."

"Father, I will never go against my will!"

"Please return the piece of white jade that was taken away to your son."

"My son has never felt that he is so healthy. This feeling...is very good..."

And his smile just solidified.
Chapter completed!