Capital, Taiji Hall.
Dawn was just breaking, and the Hall of Supreme Harmony was brightly lit with candles. The Emperor sat straight on the dragon throne, his face gloomy, clutching two 800-li urgent memorials that had arrived almost simultaneously. One was from Military Commissioner of Bazhou Xia Huai'an, and the other from Imperial Envoy Fan Wenhuan.
"Read them," the Emperor said, his voice as cold as ice.
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