In the serene carriage, Lin Wenruo smiled as he finished reading Zhao Rong's letter.
He felt that Ziyu remained the same old self, seemingly living well at the Academy.
Lin Wenruo carefully tucked away the apricot leaf sent by his good friend, laden with concern.
Turning his head to gaze out the window, he squinted in the direction of Du You City, silently contemplating something.
"Du You City, I should visit sometime soon… Hmm, and there are some matters concerning Zhongxiu Pavilion…"
In the distance, the sky was a canvas of rolling clouds, bright and splendid.
But soon, the brightness visibly dimmed as a passing cloud veiled the spring sun.
Boom…
The spring thunder rumbled ominously.
It was the Jingzhe solar term, the midst of early spring.
The weather was unpredictable, swiftly oscillating between clear and overcast.
Inside the carriage, Lin Wenruo quietly watched the changing skies.
The tall Confucian scholar's eyebrows suddenly furrowed.
