When twilight was ending, Qin Wei Bai sent off the last guests of Prince Yong's residence with a smile and elegantly gathered her hair in front of her forehead.

Dignified simple light-colored cheongsam, once cloaked green silk bundled into a ponytail, she stood face to face in front of the door of the ancient royal mansion, welcoming the end of the dusk, clear and light, but with an indescribable aesthetic beauty and holiness.

That touch of light white that had once filled the ...