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In the afternoon at Cuiyun Lane.
A white horse slowly stopped in front of Chen Mansion. Chen Wenzong gracefully dismounted, and as he touched the ground, a young servant hurried forward to take the reins and the riding crop from his hand.
Chen Wenzong silently lifted the hem of his robe and stepped over the high threshold, walking towards the depths of the red gate.
A strong servant approached, holding a gleaming copper basin, "Young Master, would you like to wash your face?"
In the basin was prepared hot water, with a white cloth laid over the edge. Chen Wenzong picked up the cloth, dampened it with the hot water, and wiped his face twice, from forehead to chin, and only then did he feel somewhat refreshed.
Chen Wenzong folded the white cloth neatly and replaced it on the edge of the basin, quietly asking, "Where is father?"