Xiao Yuan's estate was indeed fit for a Crown Prince, although he hadn't been one for long. Still, it was obvious it had always been the King's intention to crown him, just from comparing the sprawling, brand new estate, he had given Xiao Yuan in the centre of Haolin, close to the royal palace itself, with Chu Yun's and Xiao Zai's estate in the periphery, close to the city's gates.
Their carriage came to a stop inside the estate's main courtyard, where everything had been arranged to perfection. Every single tree branch was trimmed in symmetry to the next, the little pleasure lakes were filled to brimming with fat brocade carps. Even the dark tiles on the pavilion's sweeping roofs looked like they had been freshly oiled, as if they were supposed to serve as mirror for the sun.
A number of servants surrounded them the moment they stepped out of the carriage. Fan Jiang they ignored, but Chu Yun was swarmed with attention.
