Outside the window, birds sing in a melodious choir, and the horizon takes on the shadows of dawn. “Pearl Palace” - the chambers in which the empress lives are filled with cozy silence and satisfaction.

“This squalor thinks that I will give him a second chance.” The Emperor indignantly holds a bowl of sake in his hands, and his veins bulge. “Damn his commodity agreements,” the man swore again, noticing the Empress out of the corner of his eye.