The Hall of Foreign Skies gleamed like a burnished jewel under the sunlight that streamed through the carved crystal windows. Its jade columns were adorned with intricate golden engravings that told the story of generations of emperors and ancient battles. The flags of neighboring kingdoms hung solemnly, waving slightly in the breeze that came from the imperial gardens, each displaying colors, symbols, and emblems that represented their people's history and pride. The scent of incense mingled with the perfume of cherry blossoms and the spiced wine that filled the hall, creating an atmosphere both intoxicating and tense. Bamboo flutes played soft melodies, but each note seemed to measure the patience and vigilance of those present.
For the first time since their marriage, Jin Long and Suwei would receive ambassadors from all nations of the continent. It was a moment of apparent celebration, but beneath the smiles, every gesture was loaded with calculation and distrust.
