Chapter 234 Book 5 Forgery
The Imperial Palace of the Fir Empire was never silent. Even in its quietest hours, it pulsed with the undercurrent of schemes and ambitions. But today, the air carried a different kind of urgency. In the imperial court, guards flanked every entrance, their armor glinting beneath the golden rays filtering through the jade-carved skylights. Scrolls were rolled open, ministers shuffled through layers of reports, and murmurs of speculation filled the gilded hall.
Emperor Gu Han Di, draped in an imperial robe embroidered with golden dragons, sat high on the phoenix-carved throne. Before him, resting on a red velvet cushion, lay three translucent, palm-sized artifacts that shimmered like crystallized moonlight—the Crystal Phones.
