"Good, good, good."
Wang Zhi was in high spirits and picked up a hat to place on Fang Qingyun's head: "Let's get ready."
The three sworn brothers, all dressed neatly.
Atop Ziwei Mountain.
After several days of repairs, the vast majority of places showed no signs of battle.
On this day.
Bells and music sounded in unison, a surge of people swarming.
All officials bowed together as the emperor ascended to his enthronement.
A grand sacrificial ceremony took place, consuming millions of silver taels, countless cattle and sheep, with human and material resources too many to count, presenting a scene of thriving prosperity.
The grand sacrificial ceremony lasted for several days.
Only after it concluded did the imperial court session take place.
Inside the Yangxin Palace.
The ministers were neatly arranged, each taking their place.
Civil servants to the east, military officers to the west.
