As the shadows slanted westward, the golden-brick floor of the grand hall was bathed in a soft, luminous glow.
Memorials piled high upon the imperial desk. Dressed in his russet-yellow informal robe, Guanjia Zhao Zhen had just finished reviewing several urgent military dispatches from the border regions, a trace of imperceptible fatigue lingering between his brows.
He picked up the Jian ware tea cup at his side, took a sip of warm tea, and his gaze habitually drifted toward Zhang Maoze, who stood quietly to the side organizing documents.
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