In the heart of ancient Zhao, during the reign of its second emperor, a remarkable architectural gem known as the Moon Palace stood tall and proud.
Xuan Cheng had heard of it before from her grandmother and always dreamt of visiting it with her, however, her dream came half true. She was about to visit the moon palace but not with her grandmother.
In the softly lit inner chamber, Maid Qu moved with grace and precision as she adorned Xuan Cheng in a resplendent white silk robe that seemed to shimmer like moonlight itself.
The robe was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, a canvas of purest white upon which the moon was elegantly depicted in delicate embroidery.
"Your Highness, the new jade headwear is more delicate and more beautiful than the previous ones," Huan complimented as she placed the newly crafted piece of art on the dressing table and retreated.
