Ran Su stepped forward and smiled at Su Xinyi, "Prince Yong'an, your seat is at the front, come with me."
The seats of Wang Yingyao and Jiang Ruolan were different from Su Xinyi, a little further from the throne, so the three had no choice but to part and take their seats.
In the center of the Immortal Palace, on a high pedestal, stood a large golden lacquered red sandalwood screen. In front of the screen was a throne, and beside it were red sandalwood incense tables with copper filigree enamel. Beside it was a pair of copper filigree enamel cranes, and, a step forward on both sides, a pair of copper filigree enamel censers with wisps of white smoke wafting out of them, exuding the customary fragrance of the palace.
Even with dozens of tables in the spacious hall, it didn't feel crowded. Warm stoves stood in the corners, and the hall was heated. Ran Su took off the robe and hung it on the wall, on the hollow carved pearwood hanger.