Chapter 1898: Entering the palace, entering the hall, the peak of power!

Dawn broke, and the sky was slightly bright.

The palace gates were stern, opening one after another, the heavy sound particularly clear in this silent early morning.

Tap!

Tap-tap!

Outside the palace gate.

A luxurious carriage, entirely black, pulled by four exceptionally spirited warhorses draped in refined steel armor, rolled over the bluestone and stopped slowly in front of the palace gate.

Before and after the carriage, eight personal guards wearing long, narrow sabers, their murderous aura like frost, their eyes sharp as hawks, guarded the sides.

"Four-horse carriage, the Prime Minister's carriage!"

In front of the palace gate.

A sharp-eyed member of the Imperial Guard recognized the carriage's specifications, his pupils shrinking, and he spoke out in shock.

Once these words were spoken.

The Imperial Guards all straightened their bodies, looking at the luxurious carriage getting closer and closer.

Li Long, dressed in black armor, looked sideways.

When he saw Gao Yang's Prime Minister carriage, such top-tier specifications, he was also quite surprised.

In his impression, although Gao Yang had the treatment of such specifications, he had always been low-key.

Today... it was a first!

Soon.

The carriage door opened.

Gao Yang stepped out and got off the carriage.

He was wearing a purple-gold Qilin robe, a jade belt around his waist, and the morning sun spilled down, falling on Gao Yang.

Just by standing there, without needing any words, a majestic aura of controlling everything swept in all directions.

This was the head of the hundred officials, the peak of military generals, the absolute confidence and supreme majesty tempered from the peak of power!

The honor of the civil Prime Minister, the murderous aura of the military Marquis, standing like an abyss, swallowing the palace gates!

Gao Yang raised his eyes, watching the palace in front of him, and a trace of complexity flashed in those extremely deep eyes.

But... even if he was reluctant, he had to do it!

Lifted his foot.

Stepped forward!

Outside the palace gate.

The Imperial Guard was instantly under heavy pressure. Led by Li Long, they all bowed their heads, and pairs of iron fists hit their left chest armor heavily, making a low 'clang' sound.

Gao Yang strode into the palace, the Imperial Guard's eyes lowered, only daring to stare at the cold stone slabs under their feet.

Stepping through several palace gates, the view suddenly opened up, and a wide palace road connected to the Jin Luandian above a hundred steps.

When the golden sun dispelled the dark clouds and shrouded the imperial palace, Gao Yang, wearing a purple-gold Qilin robe, stepped onto this palace road.

The hundred officials on the side, regardless of rank, nobility, or clan, all stopped, silent as cicadas in winter.

Gao Yang walked toward the Jin Luandian step by step, the invisible aura around him rushing toward them like a landslide or a tsunami.

The crowd instantly split like a tide cleaved by a giant axe, automatically separating to both sides to create a wide, almost exaggerated passage.

All officials, whether they were two-dynasty veterans with white hair or young talents who were newly promoted in the court, capable of reaching the sky in civil affairs, suppressing the world's scholars, and full of spirit, none dared to look up.

Head of civil officials, Prime Minister of Da Qian, peak of military generals, Champion Marquis of Da Qian, General of the Flying Cavalry.

Although in his twenties, he was already at the peak of Da Qian's power!

Except for Wu Zhao, no one in the world was greater than Gao Yang. The hundred officials bowed their heads, and the Imperial Guard lowered their heads!

Even nobility, princes of the world, and noble families had to give way when they saw him!

"Prime Minister!"

"We pay respects to the Prime Minister!"

Wherever Gao Yang went, the civil and military officials bowed and saluted. Because they kept their heads low, the wings of their official hats trembled slightly.

Although the palace road was wide, no one dared to walk alongside Gao Yang. Although the palace road was vast, no one dared to look up directly at that figure, and they even deliberately lightened their breathing.

For a time.

The large palace road was silent enough to hear a pin drop.

Only Gao Yang's black court boots stepped on the bluestone slabs of the palace road, one step after another, making a steady, clear, and rhythmic tapping sound!

Chu Qingluan was right, but not entirely right.

Wu Zhao used the power of the Xiongnu to force him to ask for battle when he didn't want to go on an expedition. Four great gifts were sent into Changancheng, and Wu Zhao took advantage of the situation. This was the fuse!

But... the cold essence of the emperor's art was the true root!

He traveled here, and although he had knowledge beyond ordinary people, he also considered himself well-versed in the inferiority of human nature.

But he did not understand the emperor.

Wu Zhao's move made him see the essence of the emperor's art, and a possibility that was very likely to happen in the future—the emperor can sacrifice subjects for the sake of national interests.

Even if this subject is someone she values highly and likes very much.

Now, Gao Yang is only in his twenties, yet his power has already reached its peak.