Heyong Palace, as always, is resplendent with gold and jade.
The two carved wolves on the eaves of glazed tiles howl towards the clear sky, appearing even more majestic and awe-inspiring than at night.
The jade steps, built from white jade, reflect the dazzling brilliance of the winter sun.
Yun Chunnuan held the man's large hand, and slowly crossed the high stone steps.
In an instant, she saw inside the hall, a man sitting on a golden high chair, composed and self-assured, yet exuding noble charm...
Even though in the Little Princess's memory, she had witnessed the allure of the rogue Sea King countless times, now that he was right in front of her...
The visual impact he brought still shocked Yun Chunnuan tremendously!
The man wore a pure white robe with large sleeves, as immaculate as snow, sitting there with a lazy leisure.
His hair, as smooth as silk, was loosely tied up with a white jade hairpin, seemingly ready to cascade down with a gentle touch.
