On the day of my enthronement ceremony, the sky was clear and cloudless. I could only look eastward at Ziqifu Pass, where cranes were flying, and the rays of light shone like petals on the red palace walls. The people in the palace were surprised, and the Qin Tianjian also said it was a good sign.
On the day of his triumphant return, Yan Jiuxiao rode on a tall horse with dazzling red tassels and silver armor. He held a silver spear in his left hand and an ice box containing a human head in his right hand to congratulate me on my enthronement.
Yan Jiuxiao noticed my gaze, so he leaned over and asked me, his eyebrows raised slightly, and his tone was full of jealousy: "Why, could it be that His Highness still wants Pei Shaoqing to lead me?"
I teased him: "General Yan, Pei Changhuan wants to join my palace even after resigning his official position. What should you do?"
Yan Jiuxiao snorted and muttered in a low voice: "I don't even bother to compete with him for favor."
I didn't hear him for a moment, so I asked him, "What did you say?"
Yan Jiuxiao glanced away in annoyance, and the sunlight shone wantonly on the red tassel of his black armor, making it dazzling.
I didn't mean to provoke him, but I knew that Yan Jiuxiao deserved to be as high as the sky and the sea, and he didn't belong in the palace or deep in the palace, nor did he belong to me.
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