Raindrops wove diagonally between heaven and earth like silver lines, as the swift horse stepped through puddles on the bluestone road, splashing a string of crystal-clear water droplets.
The chestnut steed deftly circled around Tao Qing and his group, who were struggling to move forward, and the sound of hooves was especially crisp in the humid air.
The swift horse arrived at the door of the Drunken Immortal Brew and tightened its reins, raising its forehoof in front of Han Lei, splashing rainwater that wetted the hem of her skirt.
"Miss Han." The rider nimbly dismounted, and beads of water slid down from his raincoat.
He removed his bamboo hat; it turned out to be a guard from Jingzhou Royal Mansion. He nodded briefly to Han Lei before striding swiftly into the hall.
The shop was filled with the aroma of five-spice beef.
Prince Jingzhou was bent over behind the counter, recording goods, leaving neat and powerful marks on the ledger with his ink-dipped brush.
