Happy Birthday Jing-Jing

Wang Jingyuan's birthday was in the middle of winter, when snow covered the black curved tile rooftops of the Capital and blanketed everything in pristine white powder. It was snowing lightly as she got ready for her birthday celebration at the He Manor.

"Jing-Jing, come! Look who's here!" Du Jiahui called out from the end of the corridor.

Wang Jingyuan set down the platters she was arranging on the table in the gazebo and turned around. A tall man wearing a black and red layered robe and a black fur-lined cloak was following Du Jiahui this way. She thought it was Yan Qiufeng at first—who else would warrant such an exclamation from Du Jiahui?—but the silhouette did not quite match the young general. She walked through the corridor to get a better look.

"Senior Brother?!" Wang Jingyuan gasped.

Du Jiahui beamed as her friend ran up to them. "Surprise! Do you like your birthday gift?"