The first day of the tenth lunar month had arrived; the frost had already fallen, and the gingko leaves before the Fengtian Palace paved the ground in gold.
Li Feng stood before a bronze mirror, letting an attendant fasten his purple-gold jade belt. The man in the reflection had brows like sword edges, eyes like cold stars, and a jawline as sharp and resolute as if carved by a blade. He raised a hand to brush over the coiled dragon embroidery on his chest, his fingertips touching the cold gold thread, feeling a momentary sense of unreality.
"Lord Prime Minister, the time has come," Liang Fang whispered from the side.
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