Imperial Palace.
Inside a massive, towering hall.
"Clang—"
A crisp sound of gold and jade colliding echoed from behind the palace doors, followed by the light, rhythmic footsteps that seemed to tread upon the hearts of all present. Everyone's breathing tightened sharply. A faint, lingering fragrance of lotus drifted through the air, gently erasing the oppressive aura of slaughter.
Everyone turned their heads involuntarily, gazing deep into the sea of June snow toward the palace gates. A peerless figure walked leisurely forward, her former silk garments replaced by a vibrant, fiery-red robe embroidered with coiling dragons—a bold, striking, and magnificent sight.
The golden coiling dragons seemed poised to soar straight up into the highest heavens. With her hands clasped behind her back and brows lifted, she commanded the awe of the heroes of the realm, her heroism outshining any man.
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