The early autumn capital is shrouded in a veil-like golden mist, the ginkgo leaves have not yet turned yellow but are already swirling in the morning breeze and drifting down.
On Vermilion Bird Avenue, the carriages of officials and nobles roll over the bluestone slabs, and the incense wafting out from the gaps in the curtains mixes with the sweet scent of roasted chestnuts from the street side, weaving a luxurious net in the air.
When Xiang Yushan's eight-carriage palanquin passed through Xuanwu Gate, the wind lifted the copper bells at the eaves, causing a clear sound that startled the crows perched on the city tower.
The person inside the palanquin slightly lifted the curtain, revealing a face with sharp and defined features, below sword-like eyebrows were a pair of phoenix eyes flashing with brilliance, and the corners of the mouth drew up in a semblance of a smile, showcasing a sinister and fierce demeanor.
