"This is the realm of Great Zheng!"
The sedan chair was lifted, guards following slowly behind—twenty-four armored soldiers, with another twelve carrying bows and crossbows. This was already the most minimal escort.
Before they knew it, threads of rain had dampened everything once more.
Like countless spider threads dangling from the vault of heaven, the fine rain touched the carriage window and skin.
As they passed the Imperial Pond, he gazed over it, yet could not see the slightest ripple left by the rain falling upon its square surface.
Calamus grew by the pond, blooming purple. There were Qingsong pines, red maples, willow leaves, and peonies whose flowering season had ended. Soaked by the rain, their colors were exceptionally vivid.
Peonies bloomed snow-white, their petals densely beaded with droplets, bowing their heads in bashful delicacy as though unable to bear the weight.
"The sky has brightened."
Su Ziji's gaze passed beyond the carriage window and fixed upon the heavens.
After a night of rain, great swathes of leaden-white clouds still covered the sky, each one gleaming silver.
Between them showed a blue-green vault of heaven, jade-clear as though freshly washed. The sun hung high above, spilling down gentle light without cease. Rainbow-hued drizzle fell from the sky; no matter where one looked from, one could see a rainbow... Was it Little Dragon Girl?
At the thought, Su Ziji smiled knowingly.
"The plum rains have passed, and the heavens have renewed themselves. It is an auspicious omen for Your Majesty." Bianxuan wore a gray monk's robe of coarse hemp, with a string of bodhi beads hanging from his waist.
Bianxuan remained elegant and unrestrained. Even when speaking flattering words, he carried a profound air of Brahma, though inwardly he sighed.
The Brahma Sect had in fact prepared monk soldiers, ready to