The First Concubine’s carriage rattled along the highway, the rhythmic clatter of the horses’ hooves and the lively chatter of the attendants creating a deafening din.
Inside the carriage, however, the world was silent; whatever noise occurred within could not be heard from the outside. The carriage was a mobile palace—spacious, luxurious, comfortable, and equipped with every imaginable convenience.
The storm had passed.
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