On the day of the audience, the first rays of dawn, like delicate threads, carefully pierced through the gaps in the night.

The sky was just beginning to lighten, and the whole world was still immersed in the tranquility before dawn.

Pan Wei quietly got up, his movements slow and swift, as if afraid of disturbing the quiet morning.

Immediately afterwards, he awakened his little princess and the Miao holy maiden. The three of them tidied their clothes inside the residence.

The atmosphere inside the building was somewhat somber, broken only by the occasional soft rustling of clothes.

Their expressions were solemn and dignified, and their eyes revealed an indescribable sense of mission.

They knew that this day was like a crucial bridge in the relationship between Miao Jiang and Chengxiao Kingdom, carrying countless expectations and possibilities.

During the rather long and somewhat cramped wait, time seemed to deliberately slow down its hurried pace, with every minute and second stretched out infinitely, making it exceptionally agonizing.

Pan Wei paced back and forth inside the building, his steps steady yet slightly hurried.

He would occasionally pause and gaze out the window, his eyes revealing a hint of barely perceptible tension and anticipation for the unknown.

His hands unconsciously clenched and unclenched, as if he were secretly encouraging himself.

Although the little princess is still young, she has been immersed in the court atmosphere of Miao territory since childhood and has keenly sensed this unusual solemn atmosphere.

She stood obediently to the side, her lips tightly pursed, a hint of curiosity and nervousness in her clear eyes.

Her small hands gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, as if it were her only support at that moment.

The Miao holy maiden remained calm and composed, like a tranquil lake, undisturbed by any ripples.

She stood quietly in place, her gaze calmly fixed on the distance, as if she were looking through the walls of the building, pondering the upcoming meeting and its potential consequences.

Finally, the long-awaited imperial edict to enter the palace arrived like a messenger carrying a mission, solemn and majestic.

Upon hearing the imperial edict, Pan Wei and the others immediately perked up.

Quickly and methodically rearrange the clothes, making sure every wrinkle was smooth and every accessory was just right.

With deep reverence, they stepped slowly through the magnificent gates of the palace with steady and firm steps.

The moment you step into the palace, it feels like you've entered a mysterious, secluded kingdom.

The towering palace walls, like silent giants, stand proudly, casting large, heavy shadows and giving people an invisible sense of oppression.

The palaces and pavilions are arranged in a neat and orderly fashion, with their flying eaves and brackets resembling eagles about to take flight, showcasing the unparalleled majesty and nobility of the royal family.

Sunlight shines on the glazed tiles, refracting into a dazzling array of colors, like a dreamlike painting.

Pan Wei, accompanied by the little princess and the Miao holy maiden, traveled along the long and wide imperial road.

The imperial road is paved with smooth bluestone, which has been polished by the years and appears exceptionally flat.

Their footsteps echoed crisply in the empty palace corridor, as if striking the heavy drumbeats of history.

Every step carries the fate and future of Miao territory, and every echo tells the story of the intricate relationship between Miao territory and Chengxiao Kingdom.

When they finally stepped into the magnificent Golden Palace, the solemn and dignified atmosphere inside washed over them like a tidal wave.

Inside the enormous palace, golden light shone brightly, and the dragon throne sat high above, seemingly symbolizing the supreme power of the emperor.

Pan Wei and the others bowed down without hesitation and began to perform the solemn three-kneeling and nine-bowing ceremony, a tradition that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Their prostrate posture was like majestic mountains steadily merging into the vast and boundless earth; each time they prostrated themselves, it was filled with deep respect and awe for the imperial power of Chengxiao Kingdom.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, as if they had practiced countless times, showcasing the etiquette and style of the Miao region.

As the ceremony was performed, Pan Wei's deep and powerful voice rang out, like an ancient pine tree softly singing in the biting cold wind.

Although it is steady and profound, it also conceals the unique perseverance and boldness of the Miao king.

The sound seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and space, carrying the sincerity and respect of the Miao people, and echoed clearly in the main hall.

The sound, as resounding as a great bell, carried the Miao people's friendship and respect for Chengxiao Kingdom, and also demonstrated the Miao people's dignified and unyielding spirit and integrity.

The little princess and the Miao holy maiden, following the resounding voice, completed the grand ceremony with dignified and solemn manners.

The little princess's expression carried a hint of childlike bewilderment and nervousness, but under her father's influence, it also revealed a strong sense of determination and courage.

Her youthful voice, though slightly soft, was full of power, intertwining with Pan Wei's voice.

The Miao holy woman, on the other hand, was composed, like a rare orchid in a secluded valley, her eyes revealing the unique resilience and wisdom of the Miao people.

Every movement she made was elegant and graceful, showcasing the beauty of Miao etiquette and revealing the cultural heritage and spirit of the Miao region.

After the ceremony, Pan Wei spoke again: "Your subject Pan Wei, leading the thousands of people of Miao territory, pays homage to His Majesty Emperor Chengxiao!"

The mountains and rivers bear witness, the sun and moon are my testimonies; to be bathed in the holy light of the Heavenly Family is truly the greatest fortune of the Miao people!

After speaking, Pan Wei straightened his posture slightly and slowly raised his eyebrows and eyes. His gaze seemed to melt away the clearest and most ethereal morning mist at dawn on the snow-capped mountain peak.

Profound and serene, overflowing with utmost piety and reverence.

His expression was solemn and dignified, like a statue that has stood for thousands of years, exuding a moving aura of solemnity.

His tone was soothing and steady, each word seemingly flowing gently from the depths of his soul, like the ancient tolling of a bell, echoing for a long time in the silent hall.

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