The gilded gates of the Imperial Palace slowly opened, the carved bronze rings glinting warmly in the light of the palace lanterns.
Su An'an, in a silver-white formal gown, stepped into the inner hall. The hem of her dress swept across the gold-tiled floor, leaving behind a faint trail of light.
Seville's Golden Wings and Ying Jiuyao's tiger-striped cloak shimmered in tandem under the palace lanterns, making the babies in their arms seem all the more dazzling.
The older brother was dressed in a small swaddling cloth embroidered with silver thread. His silvery-purple baby hair lay softly against his forehead, and his black eyes were as cold as ice.
Even though he was just a newborn, he had the exact same cold, sullen expression as Seville, his little brow furrowed as if he disdained the lively atmosphere around him.
The younger sister, on the other hand, was wrapped in a pink-gold gauze dress, her black baby hair tied into two small tufts.
