in August of the lunar calendar, standing outside the tall gate of the palace, you can see the flying geese in the sky. The carriage to pick up the maids is arranged in a row outside the Red Palace. Xiaoming stands in the middle of a group of maids in

with his head lowered. His hand under the sleeve tightly holds Xiaolan's hand. It's a little cold in August, but her palm has oozed sweat.

"when it's time, all the ladies get on the carriage and enter the palace!" With a sharp voice, the heavy Palace door was slowly opened.

at the moment when the carriage was moving slowly, she...