In the majestic and solemn palace, dozens of oil lamps still appear dim, perhaps it is the owner's mood that adds a layer of color to the palace. However, in such a gloomy room, a gorgeous autumn chrysanthemum blooms like the sun in the sky.
The old hand hovered over the chrysanthemum, he was wearing a dragon robe and a crown, but his old face was well-formed and had a majesty that had accumulated over the years.
"Your Majesty..." The Minister of Rites Xia Huan knelt down in front of Prince Yu He, trembling with fear.
These kings called themselves emperors when they were at home, but when they went out, others just thought of them as kings.
"Why is the preparation for this longevity banquet so slow?" King Yu narrowed his eyes and looked at Xia Huan with a sinister look.
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