The Black Umbrella In The Imperial Academy And The Light On The Nose Bridge

The black carriage drove past the opening of Dongchuan street. Fan Xian had just drawn back his gaze from his family's bookstore and medical shop. With a twist of his head, he saw the ancient-looking front doors of the Imperial Academy.

The Imperial Academy was a rather loose collection of buildings. It was not the kind of building with a public hall by the street. There were no tall courtyard walls. Even the large front doors were never closed. Inside, the green trees stretched out. The sound of books being read rang out from various areas. It was filled with a scholarly air.