As the first ray of morning sunlight hit the glazed tiles of the Palace, Song Ci arrived at the West Gate of the Imperial Palace in a carriage, and with Nanny's hand for support, she stepped down onto the footstool and got off the carriage, greeted by a scene of golden splendor that made her squint her eyes slightly.
"The Imperial Palace," Song Ci muttered softly.
It was not a film set, nor the Historical Heavenly Dynasty Palace with no living ancestors, but the real Imperial Palace, guarded by soldiers with weapons, and eunuchs with clasped hands approached in quick, small steps.
"This humble one greets Madam Song and greets Imperial Decree Madam Song." A eunuch with a pale, hairless face smiled and flicked his horsetail whisk, bending over and half kneeling to salute Song Ci.
Song Ci, holding Nanny's hand, smiled and called him to rise.
She didn't know this young eunuch, but that didn't prevent her from showing a friendly smile.
