Inside Linhua Palace, the candles flickered, and the scent of incense was so thick it was suffocating.
Liu Ruxuan chased after him, only to find Zhao Yan standing by the window with his hands behind his back. His black dragon robe shimmered with cold, dark patterns in the candlelight, his silhouette as sharp and stern as a blade. She recalled how the Emperor used to wear bright yellow dragon robes; only this man dared to wear robes in black and yellow, a look so striking and distinctive that it was truly magnificent.
Clutching her handkerchief, she approached him, shyly reaching out to tug at his sleeve. "Your Majesty..."
Chapter 122