258, Commandery Princess's Ambush

The Capital entered autumn, and the temperature cooled down.

Perhaps to retaliate against the scorching sun of the fierce summer, the posted notice from the Observatory said, for the next half month, rain would be frequent.

Zhao Douan was awakened by the pitter-patter of the autumn rain.

Lazily washing up and dressing, he pushed open the door and walked through the new residence's imposing courtyard along the corridor.

Zhao Douan's pupils reflected the wet paving stones of blue bricks, the bamboo swayed unsteadily beaten by the fine rain.

Strings of crystal droplets, sticky and rolling down from the eaves of the black tiled roof above his head.

"Auntie, little sister, what are we having for breakfast this morning?"

Zhao Douan stepped into the dining room, and only then did the sleepiness on his face gradually fade.