As the heavy Warm Jade Palace Gate slowly slid open to either side, ethereal mist lingered, and the palace maids filed out, leaving one to wonder what revered figure might emerge next.
The maids, dressed in simple white palace attire embroidered with flowing cloud golden threads, were divided into two rows. With their heads bowed and eyes lowered, they stepped gracefully as though treading on clouds. Their movements were uniform, their posture extremely deferential, every step they took silent as if holding their breath to avoid disturbing the soon-to-appear master.
Chen Yi's heart rose along with them, his eyes fixed intently.
Finally, the last figure to capture his gaze was a woman he knew all too well.
However, Yin Weiyin now seemed different from before,
She was adorned in a gown of sky-blue silk, woven with patterns of Cloud Mountains and rain, the long palace dress trailing on the floor, shimmering like waves, her brows and eyes full of celestial charm.
