Zhou, the first year of Jingyuan, winter.
The Forbidden City was covered with a heavy blanket, and the long bells rang through the leaden sky to see off the late emperor.
In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, cigarette smoke filled the air, and hundreds of officials bowed their heads.
Feng Zhaoxue is wearing a black dragon robe, with twelve chapters embroidered with gold thread. Above the twelve chapters is a phoenix totem with spread wings and about to fly.
She stepped onto the ninety-ninth level of Danbi, and finally sat down on the dragon throne.
The cold touch came from her fingertips, making her chaotic thoughts instantly clear.
From today on, she is the Emperor of Zhou Dynasty, the first female emperor in history.
There was deathly silence in the hall, you could hear a needle drop.
"Start your Majesty."
An old but powerful syllable broke the stagnation.
