Qin Country, Luodu.
In the desolate palace, only palace lanterns flickered, dispelling the night's chill.
In the vast palace hall, no palace maids or eunuchs were attending. The night wind swept through the walls, lifting the floor-length gauze curtains, adding a touch of melancholy to the palace.
In the hall, where the palace lanterns were most gathered, the overlapping orange-yellow candlelight created a warm atmosphere, enveloping the man in a yellow robe seated on a cushion in the center of the hall.
The man's features were handsome, his skin pale and translucent, giving one the impression that he might shatter at any moment.
His long hair was casually tied with a hairband, cascading down his back. His closed eyes, with long and curled eyelashes, cast a shadow on his eyelids.
He sat silently, like a statue.
If not for his breathing, one might think he had already ascended to immortality.
