The palace of Yu had not seen such liveliness in years.
That evening, lanterns bloomed like stars across the grand hall. Silk banners hung from gilded rafters, the scent of sandalwood weaving through the air. Musicians played softly from the corners, their flutes and zithers threading a melody both triumphant and restrained.
It was the night of celebration. Yu's final victory over Qing. The day they were finally free after years if going back and forth.
Fu Ling stood beside Wei Tingche as the emperor's decree was read aloud. Both were dressed in fresh ceremonial robes, dark blue with yellow thread marking their rank.
The blood and smoke of the battlefield had long been washed away, leaving behind only the sheen of honor.
"General Wei, General Fu," the chief attendant announced, his voice echoing through the chamber, "for your service to the realm and for bringing peace to our borders, His Majesty bestows upon you the title of Guardians of the Empire."
