167, 168. Saw the Emperor at 9 pm, behind the battle tent, turtle swallows Buddha (subscribe request)_2

He wanted to give his elder brother a world without the Ghost Tide, without the chaos of war.

"Prince, we have arrived,"

someone reminded by his side.

Zhao Hua came back to his senses, he lifted his head, looking at the Treasured Hall of the Imperial Palace.

The stairway was like a mountain path, the roofs reflecting the vast sky.

The river of stars flowed, the solitary moon shone forever brightly.

Zhao Hua dismounted.

A group of people followed suit, dismounting behind him.

Then, they walked toward the ghastly white path illuminated by the moonlight.

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...

Spring Breeze Pavilion, to the west of the city.

If a spring breeze were to rise, this pavilion would be the last to bask in its warmth... but once the spring breeze reached this pavilion, it signaled that spring had enveloped every corner of the Imperial Capital.

Many verses adorned both sides of the pavilion, the leisurely works of scholars and poets.