Chapter 39 (1/2)

“Long live, long live, long, long live, The Emperor!” Resounding sounds throughout the main hall were shouting to the Emperor and Empress once they entered at that moment, Zhuo Qing slightly raised her head, narrowed her eyes to look. Yan Hong Tian wore a bright yellow silk robe with a white jade belt on his waist, his head wore a dark gold and jade hat, cold eyes were still threatening, matching up with the whole body’s outfits, excessively could shake people not to dare to look straight at. In reality, besides Zhuo Qing’s peeping, indeed there was nobody who dared to raised their heads. The Empress seemed to be really young, about 20 years old, a gold hairpin and jade pendant on her bun hair. She wore a dark red flowery meandering dress, embroidered skirt with peony tree design that was weighing down to the ground, setting her off to look dignified and luxurious, but the respected status as her, could only follow closely at the Emperor’s side, but could not be side by side with him all along.

Zhuo Qing secretly sighed, she finally understood, why the sovereign kings in the ancient times were very much believed in themselves to be the Son of Heaven, so very easy to change an incapable ruler, to have all of the people crawled at your feet all the time, who could still remember what kind of a person was oneself, only a few?!

Yan Ru Xuan’s dazzlingly starred at her own hand, face was burning hot, almost roasting, thundering heartbeats, all of the voices could not enter her ears, she could only hear her own thumping sound heartbeat. He unexpectedly took the initiative to pull her hand a moment ago, although it was only for a brief moment, but she could finally feel his slightly cold fingertips gently held her wrist with gentle strength. Somewhat raising her head to look at that fair handsome face by her side, Yan Ru Xuan knew, no matter how much desperation and hurt he gave her, she could not let go of him because it was already a long long time ago, her heart and her eyes could not allow any other man any longer, except for him.

According to his eyesights, he naturally was looking clearly at that palace maid who was exactly Princess Chao Yun, Su Ling’s cold pupils flashed through a touch of disgust. A woman was sure enough just an annoying person, a married woman would unable to make sense of a situation, unable to see clearly any circumstance forever.

In between each silent curse, Yan Hong Tian already walked to the highest layer of the platform, sat down on the Dragon Throne, the Empress sat by his right side. Yang Hong Tian calmly raised both of his hands, clearly narrated: “All of the high ranking officials, you may rise.”

“Thank you, His Majesty.” (The actual words here were 圣上-sheng shang, it was ministers’ form of address for the current emperor). Again to be adjusted uniformly, just like a drill that had to be responded countless of time afterwards, each one of the cabinet ministers sat properly.

Finally able to stand straightly, Zhuo Qing gloomily kneaded her knees gently, Mo Bai suddenly pulled her a moment ago, she reckoned that her knees would be greenish black. Only thinking, Mo Bai’s cold line of sight left her hand, Zhuo Qing curled her lips, embarrassedly stood properly.

“Bei Qi’s diplomatic envoys ask to have an audience.” The ceremony government official shouted in a loud voice once again, three people’s shadows walked slowly to come from the end of the golden color rug, two men and one woman.

All three people were wearing splendid clothes, the tall and thin man stood in front, the relatively sturdy man stood behind him, but the one who attracted Zhuo Qing’s line of sight was that woman. She was absolutely the one person who would not let people to ignore her great beauty, not to say that her facial features had so much exquisite, rather that ostentatiously display of her energetic look, looked as if it was a painting, eyes liked limpid autumn waters (description of the girl’s beautiful eyes), wondered around, and drew people to enquire into.

“Qiong Emperor, may you have a long good fortune.” The three people half kneeled to give courtesy.

Yan Hong Tian’s clear voice answered: “You may rise, granting you to take the seats.”

“Thank you, Qiong Emperor.”

The three people sat down on their seats, they were actually sitting at the three long empty tables next to Su Ling, the meager man slightly cupped his hand towards Su Ling, Su Ling still had that cold face, only slightly nodded to return the greeting. Su Ling’s somewhat rude response, but the man paid no attention at all, gracefully sat down.

Yan Hong Tian’s loud and clear voice echoed once again: “Several of you who came from afar, first taste Qiong Yue’s distinctive Aquilaria tree wine, bestow the wine.”