The autumn rain was long and drizzling. It lacked the violence of a summer storm, but carried a chill that permeated the Heart Spirit.
The Imperial Capital was in the north of Great Yan, where the climate was dry and cold. The chill was bone-deep, forcing every household to shut its doors and windows, bring in their clothes, and hide from the damp rain.
One moment, the streets were perfectly tranquil. The next, the silence was shattered by the sound of horse hooves splashing through the water.
Lu Mingyuan sat under the eaves of the inn's bamboo building, gazing at the vast downpour. It had been raining for a full Hour with no sign of stopping.
Yang Yingchan furrowed her brow, carefully watching the path ahead. She tried to navigate around the muddy patches, but it was all for naught.
Her cherry-red embroidered shoes were covered in mud, much to her displeasure.
