Chapter 171 Book 4 Drawn Blade
Golden lanterns flickered softly against the grand silk tapestries, casting long shadows that danced over the marble floors of the palace hall. The air was thick with the scent of fine wine and roasted delicacies, and the distant melody of zithers and flutes wove through the chatter of nobles and ministers gathered in extravagant garments. Tonight's celebration, supposedly an event to honor a bountiful year, was merely a stage for King Hao's carefully orchestrated scheme.
Earlier that evening, before the grand party commenced, King Hao had summoned a select group of ministers and powerful nobles into his private chamber. Seated upon his ornate throne, he surveyed the gathered men, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the lacquered armrest. His voice was calm, yet laced with an unmistakable authority.