Capital city.
Atop the Golden Throne Hall, a man dressed in a bright-yellow dragon robe sat on the upper dragon throne. The bead curtain on his head obscuring most of his face, yet a vague impression could still be seen of his imposing demeanor.
Below the great hall was devoid of people, leaving only a man in a nifty black outfit kneeling on the ground: "Your Majesty, Mu Xiang has sent a secret letter."
The man spoke deeply: "Present it."
"Yes!"
The secret letter was handed to him, and the emperor quickly unfolded it and began to read it, his brows gradually frowning. After a long while, he sneered: "Originally thought there was only one third prince left out, afraid he couldn't make any significant movement, who would have thought that in such a far-far-away place, even a little iron mine could connect so many mixed crowds, some of them even hold high official positions, do they really think I'm non-existent?"