As night falls, the palace is brightly lit and candlelight flickers, reflecting countless magnificent objects. Li Jingming sat on the dragon chair, his eyes wandering among the surrounding officials, but his heart could not calm down. Since he ascended the throne, the situation in this dynasty has been turbulent, like the undercurrent of a river, which can turn into disaster if not careful. Your Majesty, today's banquet will be grander. Eunuch Wei said softly. As a powerful official, although his voice was gentle, it conveyed a sense of majesty that no one dared to underestimate. Eunuch Wei was dressed gorgeously, with golden dragon patterns embroidered on his cuffs. His forehead was slightly sweaty, but he was still smiling, as if he had everything under control. Li Jingming nodded slightly, barely maintaining a trace of calmness on his face. Naturally, all ministers have worked hard and deserve to be entertained by a banquet. As the preparations for the banquet gradually got on track, busy figures could be seen everywhere in the palace. The royal chefs were busy cutting vegetables and seasoning in the harem. But in this warm atmosphere, Murong Yao felt the haze hidden in it. She stood in the side hall, gently twirling her hair, a trace of worry flashed in her deep eyes. Queen, why are you frowning? Xiaomei, the maid next to her, asked with concern. It's okay, it's just that the party was busy and I was thinking about it. Murong Yao replied, her voice soft but with a hint of firmness.
