The sun blazes powerfully in the clear sky. The skin on the nape of his neck and his back tingles in anticipation of being burnt again. Having been burnt twice this summer, it probably has become more sensitive. The golden roofs of the Forbidden City brilliantly reflect the light of the sun. Set against a backdrop of blue sky, the contrast is almost dazzlingly blinding.
Row upon row of halls along the central axis. Row upon row of courtyards in the eastern and western axes proclaim the majesty and sovereignty of the emperor. It's not hard to believe that the emperor might just be the Son of Heaven. Especially when his palace is made of pure gold and shines just as bright as the sun.
Row upon row of halls along the central axis. Row upon row of courtyards in the eastern and western axes proclaim the majesty and sovereignty of the emperor. It's not hard to believe that the emperor might just be the Son of Heaven. Especially when his palace is made of pure gold and shines just as bright as the sun.
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