Omen

Chu Yi's appearance eclipsed the golden splendor in the room, making the civil and military officials in the hall the backdrop.

Facing everyone's gazes, Chu Yi's eyes were calm and quiet as he walked slowly at his own pace. His sleeves and robes fluttered in the wind with his every move, elegant and noble, as if he was stepping on clouds, making people find it extremely pleasing to the eye.

Everyone only had eyes for him, and everything else around him had disappeared.

Silence filled the hall as everyone held their breaths and focused. Hundreds of gazes stared at Chu Yi in a daze. Some were sizing him up, some were thinking, some were looking forward to it, some were weighing it, some were disapproving, and some were anticipating.

How would the Eldest Prince's entry into the court affect them?!

This question appeared in the minds of the ministers. Everyone was silent, each with their own thoughts.