Aldric led Qi Yun and his team through the grand halls of the Imperial Palace, the towering columns and golden embellishments reflecting the power of the empire. The moment they stepped into the main hall, Emperor Jarlath Ivar Aldalwar took one glance at his uncle—his usually indifferent, war-loving, emotionally detached uncle—acting almost careful with a young man, and let out a silent sigh.
I might be getting an Aunt soon, Jarlath thought grimly.
Nevertheless, as Emperor, he kept his composure and smiled politely. "Welcome to the Imperial Palace, travelers from another land. It is an honor to host you."
Qi Yun nodded, his expression calm and unreadable. "We appreciate your hospitality, Your Majesty."