Late night, deep inside the Imperial Palace.
Outside Anyang Palace, a dragon-head lantern burned with oil made from the blubber of the Whale King of the North Sea, emitting a soft white glow and an invigorating fragrance. The guards were all alert with shining, fierce eyes.
In the main hall, the swirling incense entwined before the Golden Dragon and White Python Couch, on which there was a chubby child covered in a Liuli silkworm silk quilt. It was the Thirteenth Prince.
At that moment, his breathing was intermittent; his face changed rapidly, sometimes filled with joy, sometimes with pain, and sometimes with anger...
Rumble...
Suddenly, his chubby body transformed, and a vigorous aura emanated from him, carrying an inexplicable majesty that even scattered the surrounding incense.
"Hmm?"