With the drizzle continuing, combined with the fact that it was deep into autumn, the carriage was wet by the rain as it rolled out from the alleyway. The light rain was like a trail of cold tears. The palace gates were grandiose. Looking at it from afar, it seemed like a piece of painting, strikingly beautiful.
The carriage veils were opened, revealing a lanky hand. The lanky hand was white and tender, the nails painted crimson. A violet-gold bracelet was on the wrist, further contrasting with the jade-like complexion.
"Lady," an old servant knelt by the road as he whispered into the carriage door that was slightly open, "Imperial Doctor Sun is inside taking her pulse."