The dragon chair is so hard that it hurts your buttocks. This was Li Pingfan's first thought after regaining consciousness.
Immediately afterwards, the second thought was like ice water on top - I died suddenly while working overtime, where are I now?
His eyes shot open. Golden light. Dazzling golden light. Nine coiled dragon pillars stand tall and majestic. The vermilion palace gate is thirty meters away. The white jade stone steps are paved all the way down and filled with dark figures kneeling there. Everyone was dressed in ancient costumes, which looked very much like the inferior antique photos taken during the company's team building last year.
But the smell of sandalwood mixed with ink in the air is so real that it makes people palpitate.
"Your Majesty—" a high-pitched voice came from the left, "It's time to receive congratulations from all the officials."
Li Pingfan turned his head stiffly.
An old eunuch with a white face and no beard, wearing a purple robe, was hunched over, holding a jade plate in his hand, with a fist-sized seal placed on the plate. There was worry, urging, and a hint of... Imperceptible scrutiny in the old eunuch's eyes.
His Majesty?
I?
