The next morning, the empire burst with excitement. The capital was alive in celebration—orchards of lanterns, ribbons dancing in the breeze, and children's cheers echoing through the streets. The empire had not had something festive in the past few months, and this was quite the celebration.
The new Emperor and Empress were being crowned today. Crowds of people had gathered in front of the Imperial Palace, ready to witness this wonderful scene. There were members of the nobility present as well, but the celebration was kept very simple.
Zhao Ling Xu, wearing his phoenix robes, ascended the steps and entered the Imperial Hall, where he would sit upon the Imperial Throne. As soon as he showed up, loud cheers erupted outside—while inside, it was solemn, as if this were a moment carved into history.
