The stone path suddenly took a turn, leading around a corner.
A grand and majestic palace came into view.
Setting aside other aspects for the moment, the palace gate alone was in no way inferior to the Empress's Jiaofang Hall.
Red tiles, white walls, carved beams, and painted rafters.
Looking up, the plaque above read 'Duanning Palace,' its three large characters swirling like dragons and phoenixes, vigorous and powerful.
According to the Emperor, one of his great-great-grandfathers had inscribed these characters for a Favored Consort he adored.
Xia Ruqing felt a sense of awe.
Indeed, such a place could truly only be inhabited by the Favored Consorts of generations past!
It's too grand, too majestic—I can hardly imagine that this will be where I live?
So I am his Favored Consort after all!
Xia Ruqing was a little moved and also felt an inexplicable twinge of sadness.
