This ancient residence, weathered by millennia of frost and snow, was already steeped in the ambiance of passing time.
Three noble and beautiful Nine-colored Luan Birds, harnessed to a palace-like carriage, cut through the sky in an instant, arriving and gracefully landing at the entrance to Prince Jing's mansion.
As the cloud mist dispersed, a young man dressed in the attire of a prince emerged from the palace, followed by a tall and beautiful female guard.
Naturally, it was Lin Yue.
"Greetings, Seventeenth Prince, please come this way."
Immediately coming out from the main gate of Prince Jing's mansion, an old housekeeper greeted him respectfully and led Lin Yue and Baili Fengzhi inside.
"Housekeeper Qin." Lin Yue casually asked, "How many guests did Prince Jing invite to his thousandth anniversary banquet today?"