C66 No Other Attributes

The Imperial Residence.

In the late autumn, red maple leaves slowly drifted down from the sky. The ground was paved with a thick layer of irregular masonry. In the courtyard, a somewhat lonely figure stood there for a long time. The wind blew his robe up, making a sound like silk being ripped apart.

Muh Xi gently put down the broom in his hand and leaned against the tree for a while