The chamber was spacious. On either side of the main gate stood turtle and crane longevity palace lanterns, while two maids on the other side carried lanterns, casting a soft, mellow glow from the candles throughout the room.,One elder, with a broad and stern face, stood before the young man and said in a deep voice, “There’s also the story of Sima Guang smashing a water jar when he was a child, son of the magistrate of Tongzhou. I have inquired about it, and it is true.”,Zhao Jun endured the dizziness and nausea, slowly calming himself down.。