Walking through the gilded corridors, through magnificent hall after magnificent hall,
through areas where the rooms were decorated as if they were outside, and through open-air cloisters facing the nocturnal scenery,
from the overall style to the layout details, marveling at the design that accommodated and piled up luxury, splendor, exquisiteness, upper-class taste, and everything else into such a massive palace,
the intricate beauty in the golden-red color scheme reached its peak, seeming to indicate that they had arrived at the very center of this private area.
"We have arrived, the master is waiting for you inside."
Listening to the silver-haired woman's words, Fang Ran raised his gaze from his daze.
Was that person inside right now?
Midnight was silent, the huge, gaudy windows pitch-black outside, and the young man's figure finally pushed open the doors of the "palace" before him.
This scene was somewhat special.
Unlike the brightly lit exterior that banished the darkness of the night, perhaps considering not to disturb the sleep to come, only a few soft, dim light sources to ensure visibility were lit in the room behind the doors,
a room the size of a tennis court, which could be a living room, a reception room, a study, or something else entirely?
Whatever the answer was, as the residence of the master of Fies Erde in Imperial Manor, it possessed an ultimate luxury that everything seen just moments ago could not compare to,
yet even so, the first thing that struck one with awe was still the figure sitting in the master's seat,
silver-gray long hair draped loose, a nightgown so silky it seemed as though it would instantly slip off without straps, smooth and flawless slender legs crossed, her expression detached, her gaze lowered onto the book in her hands.
She sat right