The cold wind rustled, and as evening approached, the shadows of the trees gently swayed.
Wei Zhao and his entourage walked for the time it takes half an incense stick to burn, finally stopping at a courtyard.
All around was desolate, the white lanterns hanging there looked ancient, emitting a faint and dim light, quite desolate.
The servant who brought them made a gesture of invitation, gently pushed the door open, seemingly afraid of disturbing those inside.
Wei Zhao quietly instructed Shunzi to stay outside, stepped inside, and the door closed once more.
Inside, candles were lit.
Not bright.
The enveloping heat was like a steamer just opened, waves of heat rushed in, making one uncomfortable.
The room was heated with charcoal, with no windows open, making the air stuffy, and had a strong scent of sandalwood.
Gurgling was the sound of tea being brewed.
Wei Zhao did not pause, walked around the screen with four happinesses, and headed inside.
