The ministers also bowed their heads low, quietly waiting.
"Majestic mountain peaks, clouds join the sky's edge."
An Emperor in a Taoist robe, exuding an Immortal-like aura, suddenly began to recite poetry:
"Pine and rock guard the ages, spring waters encircle the green cliffs."
"Mountain ranges don their verdant sleeves, a myriad of ravines birth rosy clouds."
"Wind stirs the song of pine waves, sunlight bathes the vast expanse."
"Eyes reach to the boundless horizon, heaven and earth a broad embrace."
"From the summit I survey the peaks, my heart vast and free!"
Once the poem ended,
The ministers immediately praised it.
"Your Majesty, what a poetic talent!"
"Quick, send someone to copy it down, and later erect a stele here to carve it in stone!"
"..."
"A hundred years!"
Emperor Longqing waved his horsetail whisk, "Three states' land, lost for a hundred years, now restored, I have indeed lived up to my ancestors and the people of the world!"