Lu Yu strode confidently across the wide red carpet, his gaze fixed on the imposing palace gates.
Two rows of royal guards in gleaming gold armor flanked the entrance, their postures rigid and expressions stoic.
Their presence exuded an aura of authority, a testament to the royal family's power and the kingdom's stability.
Reaching the heavy doors, Zhao Qingya presented her credentials. The doors creaked open, revealing a vast, open square within.
Soldiers in similar golden armor patrolled the grounds, their movements synchronized and their faces resolute.
In the distance, a majestic palace stood tall—the Meeting Hall, where the king and his advisors convened to discuss matters of state. Its grandeur reflected the kingdom's prosperity and the king's leadership.
"Let's see if the king is available," Zhao Qingya suggested. "If not, we'll need to search elsewhere."