Dew dried on the roof tiles, and morning light flourished.
The Wang Residence was especially quiet today. Wang Yang was the only person left in the vast estate.
Wang Yang practiced his stances, boxed, practiced calligraphy, and read, just as he did every day.
After reading half a scroll of Qiaozi's Instructions on the Law, Wang Yang put the book away and changed into a black robe embroidered with curling gold patterns. He fastened a black belt stamped with gold, pinned up his hair with a black-and-gold hairpin, and took the roast duck A-Wu had wrapped for him beforehand, along with a folding fan. At the stable in the front courtyard, he placed the duck in his saddlebags and mounted. His robe fell like an ink-black cloud as he rode leisurely out of the courtyard on loose reins.
He had barely ridden out of the alley when a minor clerk approached to greet him and handed him a letter. Wang Yang opened it and read from horseback:
"To Young Master Wang of Langya, for your esteemed consideration,
I have long heard of your fine reputation, but the press of official duties has prevented me from meeting you, much to my regret.
I have prepared a modest feast today and would invite you to share a cup and conversation.
Might this wish be granted?
I earnestly hope so.
With wishes for your summer well-being.
Written by Liu Yin."
Wang Yang asked, "Am I to go now?"
The clerk bowed. "Yes. Lord Liu is waiting for you, Young Master."
"Not to criticize, but your lord is hardly sincere about inviting a guest. Who sends the invitation on the very day of the feast?"
The clerk gave an apologetic smile. "Please allow me to explain, Young Master. My lord has long wished to