The heavy, iron-reinforced vermilion gates slowly pushed inward amid a harsh, creaking sound, driven by four Liefeng Honor Guards in mysterious black armor.
A deliberately contrived aura of "wealth and prosperity"—blending the scents of fresh lumber, fine lacquer, and winter courtyard soil—rushed forward, only to be instantly swept away by the northern wind, leaving behind nothing but a chilling emptiness.
Behind the gates lay the true visage of the imperial-bestowed Estate of the Marquis Suppressing the North.
Chapter 322