The white van slowly drove to the asphalt streets. A crowd of reporters and journalists were already standing on the side with their notes, pens, and cameras out. Every one of them came out not to play around. Today was the Royal Court Masquerade, a ball in which only a few lucky people could attend by being personally handed an invitation letter. The rest of the guests, who didn't need to be given invitation cards, were of course, those of who belonged to the royal ancestries and relatives.
Several vans like the one Ran Xueyi was in lined up in front of the tall, metal gate that spread from one end to another. If one were to closely observe it, you wouldn't be able to find where the entire palace would start and end.
