He slowly stood up, looking around. Above him were intricately carved beams and painted pillars, beneath his feet lay a floor of golden bricks. Behind a screen depicting five-clawed golden dragons was a long writing desk. On either side of the desk were two crane-shaped palace lamps, their flickering light casting swirling smoke. The cold air of late autumn, scented with sandalwood, blew across his nose.,It is Feng Dabian who excessively controls and restricts the young emperor. He constantly frightens him with Empress Dowager Li, making unfounded accusations at every turn and portraying the young emperor as a depraved delinquent, causing Empress Dowager Li to be deeply worried.,“Feng Da Bian, when I was assassinated, where were you” Zhu Yijun suddenly spoke as Li Tai-hou was lost in grief.。