In the back garden of Prince Ning's Estate at the hour of the Dog, the fragrance of plum blossoms was stiflingly thick.
Su Qing carried a glass lantern, her lotus-like steps light as she was led by a servant into the estate.
"Your Highness," she curtsied gracefully, her skirt spilling out like moonlight, "this is the wedding invitation from the Cheng Family."
Chapter 99