C195 Another arranged marriage

On the north side of the palace, above the Prime Minister's Mansion.

On top of the carved bed in the bedroom, Tang Xian sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, both of his hands forming a strange hand seal in front of him, his chest rising and falling gently, with every breath he took, forming a perfect cycle, and with the circulation of the Qi, a faint white Qi flowed through his nose and mouth