The dusk was like blood, dyeing the majestic palace a dark red. Within the towering palace walls, a thrilling undercurrent is surging.
The night in Lin'an City was eerily quiet. Chu Yan stood in the courtyard, looking at the stars in the sky, his brows furrowed. He was dressed in a black brocade robe, and his figure was as tall and straight as an unshakable mountain.
Purpose: Machiavellian writing