In the early morning, a quiet and elegant courtyard.
A young Confucian scholar with a bookcase on his back and a sword hanging from his jade belt pushed open the courtyard door and strode out.
Two naturally paired Jade Tokens at his waist jingled crisply.
The young Confucian scholar paused in front of the door, turned back to look at the familiar yard within, and through the lattice window that was visited by the moonlight every night, he could see half of the mahogany desk he was accustomed to leaning on under the moonlight.
After a few glances, with a habitual slight curve to his lips, he closed the courtyard door and turned to meet up with his companions.
Zhao Rong was not in his usual plain Confucian robe today, but instead wore a rare luxurious brocade robe, dressed exquisitely, looking from a distance like an outstandingly elegant young master.
This was what Lin Wenruo had sent someone to deliver last night, insisting he wear something more formal today.