Ye Ling, holding Wang Ningmei's hand, moved unobstructed and finally reached the end of the road.
At the end of the road, a huge Eastern garden-style estate appeared before them, with high-tiled buildings and tall pagoda trees, the majestic vermilion gates concealing the wondrous scenery inside.
"It seems that Prince Jin, to us, is quite generous, even coming out to personally greet us."
Ye Ling gave a slight smile, and Wang Ningmei was taken aback, not quite recovering her senses when the gate had already opened.
One by one, the palace maids dressed in the deep quarters of the Qing Palace, wearing lotus shoes, slowly came out, each holding a large colorful fan, forming two rows, standing in between Ye Ling and Wang Ningmei.
And Prince Jin, the middle-aged man who had just been atop the tower, walked slowly, holding a string of purple-gold nan Buddha Beads, with his blindingly long braid behind his head adding to his dignity.
