The red lacquer door is open, and the bright yellow silk of the imperial edict almost burns people's eyes.
Shen Zhiwei knelt behind the screen, quietly watching the grand ecstasy in the front hall through the hazy veil of Su embroidered lotus flowers.
"By God's blessing, the emperor issued an edict saying: Shen Zhiyue, the legitimate daughter of the Shen family, has a seal in her ancestral certificate and is Shushen in nature. She has been named a noble person and given the title of living in Changchun Palace. I admire her."
The eunuch who delivered the order had a high-pitched voice that sounded like a taut string.
My aunt Wang almost rushed to receive the order, with tears streaming down her face, and kept chanting "Thank you Lord for your kindness".
The face of his father, Shen Mao, who always displayed shrewd calculations, now smiled like a weather-beaten chrysanthemum, and his folds were full of elated excitement.
