The heavy doors of the Golden Throne Hall slammed shut behind him, cutting off the varied gazes and buzzing discussions of the civil and military officials, as well as the chilling imperial might emanating from the Dragon Throne that felt almost tangible.
Xia Yuanchen practically staggered down the final white marble step. The warmth that should have accompanied the early summer morning sun brought no comfort to his face, leaving only a bone-chilling cold.
The dragon-embroidered prince's robe, a symbol of royal glory, now felt as heavy as if it were filled with molten lead, acting like an invisible shackle that left him gasping for air.
Chapter 341