Thousands of miles away, in the imperial palace of the Imperial Capital.
Inside the Imperial Study, the floor heating was burning intensely, filling the room with warmth. Wisps of incense curled in the air, and the expensive gold-thread charcoal emitted a faint pine fragrance, yet it could not dispel the stagnant, oppressive, and nearly suffocating atmosphere.
Behind the sandalwood imperial desk, Emperor Xia Hong, the ruler of Daxia, was dressed in a bright yellow casual robe, reclining lazily in a large, dragon-carved golden nanmu chair.
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