Through the two half-opened floor-length lattice doors, a figure in a plain long dress stood by the railing. The breeze lifted the hem of the skirt, revealing calves more delicate than silk, resembling a camellia flower swaying in the wind.
"Your servant greets the Empress." Chen Mo bowed and said.
Yu Youhan had her back to him, seemingly oblivious.
Chen Mo hesitated slightly, then stepped forward to her side.
He glanced at her stunning profile, then followed her gaze to look into the distance, capturing almost the entire Imperial Palace.
The vermillion palace walls stretched endlessly, dividing the palace from the outside world. The glazed tiles shimmered with brilliant colors under the sunlight, and the layers of palatial complexes extended forward along the central axis, with flying eaves, interlinked brackets, painted beams, and carved structures.
Only from this angle can one truly feel the grandeur and weight of Imperial Power.
