As a cunning person, Lin Qiye had not left Consort Ning's Yishui Palace for six years.
Hence, it was the first time he had seen the imperial palace in six years.
The palaces were lined up in rows, resplendent and shining.
The solemn red walls, the glazed green tiles, the white jade carved pillars, the jade bricks with golden lotus blooming, the vermilion gates with colorful phoenixes, the pavilions, and the roof ridges that looked like dragons churning. All of them displayed a luxurious and imposing manner.
Above the imperial palace, there were thousands of golden rays of light rolling clouds, streams of auspicious energy spraying purple mist. There were also thousands of flowers and trees that did not fade in the four seasons and tens of thousands of evergreen grass.
The palace maids and consorts wore jade hairpins on their heads, and their feet stepped on beads. Their steps swayed gently, and their jade pendants jingled.
