Bai Qingyan looked at the grand hall facing the Wude Gate, with its glazed tiles reflecting a dazzling golden light. It seemed as if the hall had never been disturbed by the ravages of war. Majestic and serene, it sat under the blazing glow, its grandeur unfazed by the changing dynasties and the shifting royal authorities, calm and composed as ever.
On the square in front of the hall, Prime Minister Lu stood with the officials. Seeing Bai Qingyan raise her hand, the disciplined army followed the order to a tee, their movements in perfect unison. The scene fell silent instantly, the only sound being the fluttering of banners in the wind, a sight both awe-inspiring and intimidating.
All of a sudden, a fierce wind arose, and the once brilliant sunlit sky gradually grew dark.
An official pointed to the sky in shock and exclaimed, "Look quickly!"
