She suddenly stopped.
The Princes all stopped as well, eyes wide open as they looked upwards, colorful expressions on their faces.
Before them lay the low hill paved with white stone, and on top of the hill stood a pavilion, its eaves spread like a flying bird's wings. From the eaves hung, high and low, small jade bells that rang out and chimed in a clear, beautiful melody with the passing breeze.
A man was already inside the pavilion.
The man held a jade wine cup and drank clear wine as he leaned against the pavilion's railing. His moon-white sleeves were embroidered with golden dragons, and his brilliant pearl and gold crown bound down his flowing dark hair. A breath of air swept over the high pavilion, tossing loose a stray hair, and they all watched as he gently pinned it back an ear.
All the pavilion servant girls seemed for a moment to forget to breath.
The unsurpassed beauty of the generation.
