Of course, he had not come to learn etiquette. He had come to pursue Tang Yuehua.
Salas, the head of the Spirit Hall Branch in Heaven Dou City, had long been waiting respectfully outside the Moonlight Pavilion.
Upon seeing Su Yu, he immediately strode forward to greet him, discreetly drawing close to his side.
He kept his voice extremely low, with barely concealed reverence and a trace of caution:
"Your Highness the Holy Son."
Su Yu turned his face slightly, his calm, unruffled gaze sweeping over Salas. Then he nodded unhurriedly and came straight to the point:
"Salas, how are the arrangements I asked you to make?"
"Your Highness, everything has been prepared according to your instructions."
Salas bowed, his tone growing still more deferential. "Please follow me, Your Highness."
With that, he gestured for Su Yu to proceed, stepping aside to guide him into the Moonlight Pavilion.
Su Yu set off, following Salas at an unhurried pace.
His gaze casually swept over the carved wooden railings at the entrance to the Moonlight Pavilion, his fingertips unconsciously tapping his palm.
As Salas led him inside the Moonlight Pavilion, a delicate fragrance greeted him.
It was not the heavy scent of cosmetics, but rather something like fine sandalwood mingled with the faint fragrance of flower petals, refreshing the heart and soul.
Melodious strains of strings and flutes reached his ears, their lilting, gentle notes complementing the surrounding tranquility.
Looking up, he found the hall elegantly furnished-lifelike carvings of vines wound around the gilded columns.
Ink paintings of far-reaching artistic depth hung on the walls, while a few budding magnolias stood in celadon vases in the corners. Even the carpet beneath his feet was so soft that footsteps were almost imperceptible.
Every detail revealed meticulously crafted luxury, yet retained a restrained elegance.