People in the main courtyard were exchanging greetings. A woman walked toward the central hall, draped in iridescent gauze, with willow-leaf-shaped eyebrows and her face veiled, yet her peerless beauty still shone through.
Upon seeing her, the City Lord joyfully said, "My love, you've arrived." He turned to the person he had just been talking to, whispered a few words, and that person nodded in understanding before walking away.
He hurriedly made his way through the crowd toward the woman, took her hand, and led her to the seat of honor.
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