The Crown Prince's procession has arrived.
Outside Xianfu Temple, from the Princes and Princesses to officials, citizens, monks, and laypeople, all stood respectfully with hands lowered, waiting to welcome the Crown Prince's procession.
Due to Duke Yan's First Rank nobility, Tang Xiaobai stood quite close to the front, and with a slight lift of her gaze, she could catch a glimpse of the swaying banners and the imposing procession of the Crown Prince from the corner of her eye.
The Crown Prince rode on a palanquin carried by eight sturdy guards.
At the four corners of the palanquin stood pillars draped with layers of veiling curtains, concealing the face of the noble youth inside.
Initially, Tang Xiaobai stole a glance, feeling that the silhouette behind the veils was hazy, like a figure formed from mist, with a delicate sense of fragility that might disperse with a breeze.
She recalled the rumors of the Young Crown Prince's frail health and couldn't help but take another look.
