At the entrance of Khan Palace, five or six spacious horse-drawn carriages had stopped, laden with luggage, provisions, and many sealed jars of apricot and peach preserves.
Over a hundred burly and tall imperial guards, dressed in the garb of ordinary servants, respectfully stood by the carriages, each accompanied by a tall steed.
These warhorses were fat and robust, some snorting, some stamping in place, their agile hooves inspiring a sudden chill in those who beheld them.
Yaduo led Li Xianyun by her delicate, pale hands right to the entrance of the Khan Palace.
Li Xianyun turned to look at Yaduo.
