Yizhong County.
The rain had lightened to a drizzle, a fine mist like a thin veil. If one were to look down from above at this moment, the ancient city would resemble a peerless beauty tempered by the flames of war, draped in an alluring, translucent gauze that hinted at a hazy, dreamlike loveliness.
A few Ravens stood on the eaves, heads bowed as they preened their feathers with their beaks.
The Si Family estate.
The reception hall was brightly lit.
Si Youqing looked at the two newcomers from Ye Weiyang, both of them Constellations, and sighed inwardly at the extent of Zheng Xiu's connections.
He'd never imagined this. Their Shuzhou Si Family managed a branch of the Zheng Family's merchant guild and had always been painstakingly diligent in avoiding any association with Ye Weiyang.
Yet now, Zheng Xiu himself was deeply entangled with Ye Weiyang's Twelfth Moon.
Madam Si graciously served pastries, embodying the image of a virtuous and beautiful wife.
