In the solemn and majestic hall, tables were set with various hot and cold dishes, fruit platters, and top-grade wines. It was, unbelievably, a palace banquet, at a time when enemy forces had reached the foot of the imperial city. The grandson of the founding emperor was personally clad in armor, fighting valiantly at the front lines, while the emperor invited ministers to a feast.
Especially in the hall where loyal ministers and famous generals used to attend court.
Even though every dynasty had its foolish ruler.
Feng Yuning had studied the annals of history but had never seen anything quite so absurd.
"Has the Right Minister arrived?"
Chen Dingye spoke, and Feng Yuning bowed respectfully, seeing this monarch sitting cross-legged at the highest seat, dressed in an expansive robe with an open neckline, gazing calmly as he held the White Bone Pipa, his white hair simply tied up and hanging down his back.
Feng Yuning bowed respectfully and said, "Your Majesty."
