Diligence Hall.
Incense smoke lingered, calm and serene.
Suddenly.
A young eunuch hurried out from the side hall, standing under the Jade Steps with a tray in his hands, holding a list of those requesting an audience.
As the Chief glanced over, the eunuch promptly unfolded the document. The Chief cast a sidelong look, a hint of surprise flashing across his face.
The Holy Emperor was, of course, not someone anyone could meet as they pleased, especially at this hour.
After the midday rest, everything was quiet, tranquil, and harmonious.
His Majesty enjoyed some sweets, reviewed memorials when busy, and read books when idle, often in high spirits.
There were always those who timed their visits to discuss "important matters," purposely seeking intervention. If all were allowed in, there could easily be dozens.
