The peak of Heming Mountain was so immersed in morning white mist that the nine-zhang-high platform was barely visible.
Imperial Noble Consort De sat regally upon a white jade phoenix chair, flanked by officials and noblewomen who had gathered to observe the ceremony.
Twelve banners painted with millet fluttered violently in the wind. Wen Qingyu stepped barefoot onto a felt carpet woven with grain patterns, her madder-red wide-sleeved prayer robes embroidered with golden millet grains, while stalks of rice and wheat hung from her waist.
Chapter 17