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.,As for Feng, he's like a fox pretending to be powerful by using the emperor's authority. That's understandable since he can get away with it. But what does it mean to set a trap for the little emperor,Zhu Yijun looked with trepidation at the overturned furniture lying unattended on the ground and said in a slightly frightened tone: "My child, I have knocked over the furniture in the palace. Please forgive my lack of decorum."。