The figure dressed in a golden python jade robe, the Crown Prince...
Unexpectedly... unexpectedly reached out at this moment and touched the gold-plated National Seal...
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Atop the mountain, vast and boundless, the jeweled architectures shrouded amidst dreamlike clouds and mist.
On the rear mountains of Kunning Palace, large fields of flowers are planted, their sea of blooms unyielding even in late autumn, sprawling across every ridge and slope. Alas, under the dim skies and veiling drizzle, the colorful splendor of days past has faded, resembling instead the ink-drenched landscapes crafted by grand masters. A single stroke of bright crimson within evokes the vivid brilliance of a dragon's eye.
A woman walks alone on this mountain, her vermilion cloak swirling in motion. Her tall and slender frame sways with grace, and her unbound ebony hair cascades to her waist as she treads through the pathless flower fields toward the pavilion at the summit.
