The Cold-Faced God of War's Favored Concubine Is Not to Be Tried

During the morning court hours, the palace where the courtiers attended the court stood majestically and magnificently, like an insurmountable fortress. Surrounded by tall red walls, the palace was set off by golden glazed tiles, and looked particularly brilliant under the morning sun. The roof of the palace was carved with exquisite dragon and phoenix patterns, symbolizing the majesty and honor of the royal family.

The palace gates were open, revealing a spacious interior. In the center of the hall stood a huge dragon throne, with intricate carvings on it, highlighting the royal nobility. The walls were hung with exquisite murals, telling stories of heroes and myths from different generations.

On the plaque in the center of the main hall, the three characters "Taihe Hall" are written in golden characters. The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, revealing an unparalleled domineering aura.

The whole palace was filled with a solemn and dignified atmosphere, which made people hold their breath and not dare to slack off. Here, every detail showed the majesty and dignity of the royal family, which made people marvel. The lights in the palace had not yet been completely extinguished, and the court officials poured into the hall one after another, and the discussions were one after another. The fire last night became the focus of their discussion.

"Have you heard? There was a big fire in the city last night, burning down dozens of houses and causing heavy losses." A minister in court robes whispered to his colleagues.

"Yes, I heard about it too. The fire was like a fire dragon falling from the sky, devouring the entire block overnight." Another minister added, with a bit of shock in his tone.

"This is really strange. How could a fire suddenly break out out of nowhere?" A young official frowned, looking puzzled.

"Hmph, there must be something fishy behind this." A shrewd minister's eyes flashed with shrewdness, and his voice was low and powerful.

The court officials stopped and gathered together to discuss the sudden fire. Some speculated that it was an accidental fire, some believed it was arson, and some even began to speculate whether it was related to the power struggle within the court.

"My Lords, please be quiet." A eunuch stepped forward and reminded loudly, "His Majesty will be arriving soon. Please tidy up your appearance and prepare for the morning court."

Upon hearing this, the court officials dispersed, arranged their robes, and prepared to welcome the emperor. However, they still couldn't calm down. The fire was like a fog, shrouding their hearts and making them unable to figure it out.

"The Emperor has arrived!" Eunuch Liu's sharp voice broke the tranquility of the palace and echoed in the empty hall. This voice was like a sharp sword, instantly piercing everyone's nerves and making their heartbeats accelerate instantly.

Eunuch Liu, wearing a red eunuch uniform, a black hat with gold edges, and a professional smile on his face, had a sharp voice, but it was particularly appropriate in this solemn and dignified occasion.

As Eunuch Liu's voice fell, the entire palace fell silent. Everyone bowed their heads and waited respectfully for the emperor's arrival. The palace maids held silk fans in their hands and waved them gently, emitting a faint fragrance, adding a touch of elegance and tranquility to this solemn occasion.

The emperor slowly appeared in the expectation of everyone. His steps were firm and powerful, as if every step was declaring his majesty and dignity. His eyes were like torches, scanning everyone in the hall, as if he could see through their hearts. He sat on the dragon throne, nodded slightly, and signaled everyone to stand up. At this moment, the whole palace seemed to be immersed in his majesty and dignity, which made people in awe and amazement.

In the magnificent morning court hall, courtiers dressed in gorgeous court robes stood on both sides of the steps according to their rank.

Just when several ministers wanted to report what happened last night.

Suddenly, a eunuch's loud and urgent voice was heard outside: "The King of War has arrived!" The voice echoed in the empty hall, drawing everyone's attention to the hall door.

The War King walked into the hall in a calm and majestic manner, wearing a black robe. The color of the black robe was deep and mysterious, like a black hole in the night sky, deep and full of power. The hem of the robe swayed gently with his steps, exuding an indescribable majesty.

The black robe is embroidered with exquisite dragon patterns, and every detail is full of ingenuity and exquisiteness. The dragon scales sparkle with a deep light in the sun, as if containing endless power. These dragon patterns not only represent the identity and status of the War King, but also highlight his dignity and majesty as a member of the royal bloodline.

The figure of the War King looked even taller and more upright against the backdrop of his black robe. His steps were firm and powerful, and every step seemed to announce his presence to the world. His eyes were like torches, looking through the layers of courtiers and directly at the emperor on the dragon throne.

When he walked into the hall, the whole space seemed to be shaken. The court officials looked at him sideways, shocked by the powerful aura emanating from the War King. They knew that the War King was not only a brave general, but also a king with deep connotation and firm belief.

Of course, there are people who admire him and there are people who hate him.

When the emperor saw King Zhan come in, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.