C33

The moon hung high in the sky, curved like a hook. At the beginning of the month, it was the upper bow. Wind blew, and the trees' shadows were mottled and swaying.

Under the moonlight, the Dali Imperial Palace was quiet and pleasant.

The palace maid led the way with lanterns in hand. Duan Fengxian leisurely led Wan Jing to the palace that had just been prepared for her