Past noon, a few thin wisps of cloud drifted across the sky, making the bright blue appear even more vast and distant.
A breeze picked up, bringing a trace of coolness into the hall. The scent of agarwood was diluted by the wind, and Pei Hengyu sat behind the imperial desk, leisurely turning the memorials in his hands.
Wei Xian sat off to one side, secretly congratulating himself. His persistence in remaining in the side hall and forcing himself to drink three pots of clear tea had finally paid off with the Emperor's summons.
Chapter 52