The red silk flutters, golden embroidery dazzles, and the corridors and vermillion pavilions are all adorned with bright lamps shining like daylight.
Surrounding him are lively maidens, with waist, hips, chest, and limbs... their fair skin strikes right at Chen Yi's heart. Where the newcomer walks, the jade green steps are covered with petals, the red palace ribbons drape down the columns, and the maids smile like blooming flowers, their radiance so dazzling it leaves one entranced.
Something's not right.
The smiling maids escorted Chen Yi to the hall. Though his steps didn't falter, he kept feeling something was amiss.
Yet, everything seemed perfectly fine.
The endless red silk stretched along the corridors, osmanthus trees in full bloom on both sides, fragrant mist entwined with the carved beams—scenery dreamlike and illusory, precisely as Yin Weiyin had described to him.
