Mei Deng didn't believe the General's words, until the gates were opened and the procession rode inside. Once they were inside, Mei Deng felt like he had died and his soul had reached heaven.
On each side were beautifully constructed terrace houses, each unique yet uniform to the other. A beautiful river with bright beautiful koi fishes and varying flower petals afloat, ran through the town.
The women who walked the clean streets were adorned in expensive floral patterned robes, and following closely were servants dressed in simple yet beautiful white hanfu robes. The distant sound of sword clashing could be heard from every corner, an excited Bingwen pointed at boys his age engaged in sword play and sparing.
On the rooftop sat some older men, playing a harmonious melody with a varying kinds of instruments, merging their tunes to produce a beautiful harmony.
