Although the sun was bright along the way, the warm breeze gentle, all worthy of being called a scene of spring, the moment one stepped into Xuanzheng Hall, it suddenly felt as if the light before one's eyes dimmed, and an invisible pressure rushed in from all directions. The excitement that had been mounting all the way because of the imminent chance to march out in command dropped at once in that instant.
Lou Yingxiong even suddenly felt a nameless sense of foreboding rise unbidden in his heart.
And Yu Wenqian, walking half a step ahead of him, looked up and, seeing Yu Wenquan seated on the dais of the great hall with not a single minister around him, could not help but ponder inwardly—if this truly were to be the announcement of Lou Yingxiong's appointment to lead troops, at the very least there ought to be people from the Ministry of War present.
At this thought, his gaze grew a shade more grave.
