The afternoon sun was so scorching that the white marble bricks outside Fengtian Hall were scalding hot. The heat was rising up in waves, making people's knees ache from the heat.
Zhu Yunxi has been kneeling here for almost an hour.
Sweat dripped down his forehead and soaked his collar. His kneecaps felt like they were being roasted on a fire or pricked by countless needles. Every breath he took was burning.
There was a fire in his heart, but he could do nothing. As the grandson of the emperor, he is still the most disliked one. Besides kneeling, what else can he do?
Just when he was dizzy and felt like he was about to pass out, a dazzling golden light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.
"What the hell?"
Zhu Yunxi cursed in his heart, thinking that he was dazzled. He blinked hard, and the golden light not only did not disappear, but condensed into a clear line of small golden characters, floating on his retina.
[National luck value of Ming Dynasty: 35%]
His eyes widened suddenly, what is this? Hallucination?
