บท 970: Chapter 114 Zichen (Part 2)

Yuan Zhao rose again after bowing, his field of vision incidentally met with the hem of the yellow silk garment.

He immediately stopped in his tracks, no longer looking up, and with his head bowed, he returned to his seat.

This figure, in truth, never displayed any imposing pressure, was neither capricious nor cruel; he often preferred quietude, yet he always spoke with clarity and certainty; unlike his imperial predecessors, he did not place substantial emphasis on ceremonial propriety. He would summon courtiers to his sleeping quarters late at night and would don informal clothes to visit his subjects' residences, but no one dared to overstep their bounds in his presence.

Carrying halberd and sword, he had arrived at this position almost thirty years ago. Under his hands, the vast empire was revived. His vision stretched from the heavens in the south, the earth in the north, to the lofty and obscure high heavens above... Before the imperial throne, all were prostrate servants.