However, there was one thing Serveyia said that was true: they hadn’t encountered a single person along the way, making it a smooth journey to the residence the academy had prepared for her—or rather, to the entrance of the mansion?
Even just standing outside the courtyard, Lin Sheng could tell the place was by no means small.
Was Saint Laia Academy always this extravagant?
Could they really provide such excellent accommodations?
“Princess, this is the residence specially prepared for you by Saint Laia Academy—Qingli Hall.”
Serveyia’s tone was tinged with pride, though Lin Sheng didn’t quite understand why.
Wasn’t this prepared by Saint Laia for her?
Or did Serveyia, as a princess of the Saint Dragon Kingdom, have a hand in it as well?
“Alright, Your Highness, please allow me to introduce the overall structure of Qingli Hall.”
What followed was a lengthy explanation from Serveyia, introducing Qingli Hall to Lin Sheng.
According to her, Qingli Hall had been the residence of princesses for generations, and before Lin Sheng—the current princess—took up residence, it had been renovated by the Saint Dragon Kingdom, Serveyia’s homeland.
The introduction began outside the gate.
The first thing visible was an arched door engraved with a complex magic array.
According to Serveyia, the array provided basic defense, preventing entry by those with ill intent, and could also be configured with a trusted list, allowing close companions to enter freely.
Connecting the gate to the main building of Qingli Hall was a path paved with milky-white stone, lined on both sides with Moonlight Orchids that emitted a soft glow at night.
In the grass, a few foxes could be seen—yes, real, living foxes—watching Lin Sheng with curious little eyes as she approached, as if observing a “kindred spirit.”
At the end of the path stood the main building of Qingli Hall, a five-story Western-style mansion in a pale white hue.
To be honest, Lin Sheng felt the color matched her hair surprisingly well.
Stepping inside, she was greeted by a grand foyer nearly five meters high.
The floor was polished Obsidian, gleaming enough to see her reflection, inlaid with intricate patterns of star paths woven from silver thread and Mithril.
The dome ceiling was a single, massive piece of magically reinforced Crystal, which could automatically adjust its reflectivity during the day to keep sunlight from disrupting daily life, and at night, allowed one to gaze up at the stars.
On either side of the foyer, walls hung with several portraits depicting elegant and beautiful women—wise humans, graceful Elves, mysterious Demons, and agile Beastmen.
At this point in the introduction, Serveyia’s tone grew noticeably more respectful.
She explained that these were previous princesses of Saint Laia.
Beyond the foyer lay the main parlor, a spacious area capable of hosting salons for dozens of people.
The room’s primary colors were silver-white, pale gold, and soft blue, creating an atmosphere that was both noble and refreshing.
Several massive, incredibly comfortable-looking sofas were arranged with a casual elegance.
The frames were made of precious Moonlight Wood, topped with cushions of the finest Cloud Brocade and Velvet from the Eastern Silk Kingdom, most adorned with fox motifs.
There were also display cases filled with precious keepsakes left behind by previous princesses or rare treasures sent by nobles from distant lands.
Lin Sheng’s own quarters were on the fourth floor of Qingli Hall, accessible via a spiraling white marble staircase carved with entwined roses and playful little animals—mainly foxes—on the handrail.
She pushed open an ornate door decorated with adorable foxes, and the space inside was even larger than she’d imagined.
The first thing she noticed was the incredible softness of the carpet beneath her feet, woven from the fur of a magical creature known as the Yunmeng Beast.
Each step felt like sinking into warm, fluffy cotton candy.
(Yes, once inside, Serveyia finally let Lin Sheng down.)
At the center of the room stood an extravagant princess bed.
The base was made of sturdy Aromatic Wood, while the four pillars were of White Jade entwined with silver vines and tiny Crystal flowers, supporting layers of sheer, cloud-like drapery.
The color of the canopy shifted subtly with the light and angle.
According to Serveyia, the mattress had been crafted by the finest Elf artisans, using over a hundred meticulous steps to achieve unparalleled softness and support.
Lying atop it, one’s body would be perfectly cradled, making any sleeping position feel supremely comfortable.
Opposite the bed was a walk-in closet, so spacious it exceeded the size of Lin Sheng’s entire former home, and equipped with temperature control, dust prevention, and magic enhancements.
Inside hung a variety of outfits: from formal gowns to uniforms, daily wear to loungewear, and even underwear—everything imaginable.
What surprised—or rather, embarrassed—Lin Sheng the most was an entire wall of drawers, neatly categorized and filled with stockings of every color, thickness, and style.
Seeing that Lin Sheng seemed a bit tired, Serveyia ended the introduction—for now, at least.
After all, there were still three more floors in the residence, and Lin Sheng couldn’t help but wonder what else might be found there.