Yang Jing, Lin Weiyuan, and Lin Shuhua emerged from the study, strolling down a corridor paved with bluestone slabs.
Along the way, any Lin Family guards and servants who passed them would stop in their tracks to bow to Lin Weiyuan. When their gazes fell upon Yang Jing, they were filled with a mixture of curiosity and awe, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.
From a distance, Yang Jing could see the main hall ahead, blazing with light. Dozens of palace lanterns hung from the eaves, illuminating the building as if it were daytime.
Servants bustled in and out, carrying platters of food and jugs of wine, their steps light and quick. The preparations for the evening's banquet were clearly in their final stages, creating a scene of lively activity.
Just as they were about to reach the entrance to the main hall, three women in elegant brocade gowns emerged gracefully from an adjacent corridor.
