That morning, the Grand Hall was heavy with tension.
Morning light glinted off the silver mask as Lin Rui sat with a heavy, cold silence, sending a chill through the hall that made even the boldest men drop to the floor.
The Dowager, looking all calm as always, was sitting next to him with cold but determined eyes. Below them, the entire court waited in silence. At the very front stood the Chancellor, his face showing nothing, his hands tucked into his sleeves, as if waiting for the opportunity to put pressure on the Khan's neck.
Lin Rui knew what was coming.
As soon as the meeting started, the Dowager stepped forward. "Your Majesty," she said, her voice echoing through the hall. "The wedding has been delayed long enough. The people are restless. We need certainty."
