During the prosperous period of the Tang Dynasty, Chang'an City was as prosperous as a dream, and poetry, wine, singing and dancing were the daily routine of this big city. During the day, the sun is high in the sky, and there are a lot of people in front of the magnificent Daming Palace. However, in the afterglow of the fading morning light, there was a rush of footsteps inside the palace door, and a maid in palace clothes hurriedly walked into Di Renjie's study, her face as pale as a sheet of paper.
"Master Di, please save me!" The maid's voice was trembling and urgent.
Di Renjie raised his head and raised his calm eyes from the document, with an imperceptible chill in his eyes. He put down the pen in his hand, motioned for her to sit down, and asked carefully.
"What makes you so panicked?"
