He slowly stood up, looking around. Above him were intricately carved beams and painted pillars, beneath his feet lay a floor of golden bricks. Behind a screen depicting five-clawed golden dragons was a long writing desk. On either side of the desk were two crane-shaped palace lamps, their flickering light casting swirling smoke. The cold air of late autumn, scented with sandalwood, blew across his nose.,At this time, Zhu Yijun held his head and looked at Feng Bao, who was extremely subservient. His eyes narrowed slightly. This was a sycophant who was arrogant in front and submissive behind.,Empress Li's cries gradually subsided, only twitching occasionally. Her sorrow reached its peak, unable to cry out, only sobbing continuously, mourning silently.。