As evening fell, a procession of opulent carriages gracefully navigated the winding path leading to the magnificent palace, signaling the grand arrival of esteemed guests for the eagerly anticipated New Year banquet.
Amidst the excitement, Zhao Ling meticulously prepared herself for the festivities, adorned in a resplendent lavender dress that effortlessly accentuated her grace and beauty. Delicate white flowers adorned the fabric, intricately embroidered with the utmost precision. Her cascading locks were artfully styled, with half of her hair elegantly braided and secured by a luminous white jade hairpin.
"Senior sister," Murong Xue entered the room, her voice gentle yet filled with urgency, "Prime Minister Zhao is waiting for you".
Pausing for a moment, Zhao Ling delicately placed her brush down, signifying her nearing completion.
"Hmm… I am nearly finished," she responded, her voice carrying an air of determination.
