Greeting the West Hall
The cold air that hit me made me gasp aloud. There were cold spots on my skin where I had just cleaned up, and I shivered. I half-regretted putting on white robes.
Nian Zhen hurried after me out of the entrance of the West hall, putting a black cloak around me.
The sun was shining brightly down on us. There were no clouds in the sky, making the landscape look like it was glowing.
"Don't catch a cold, milady. You might send the Han Prince into another frenzy," she muttered as she tied the cloak at my neck. I gave her a look, and she shrugged.
Ping He Fu was big, much bigger than Shen Li Gong.
I stood rooted to the spot as I watched a huge squad of soldiers march across the front yard, past the inner gate that indicated the Manor's inner quarters.
"Milady?" Nian Zhen traced where I was looking with her own eyes. "Those men belong to Ping He Prefecture's Gold Squad. The Prince's best group of fighters, under the General's command. They must be off for training."