The carriage rumbled over the long street.
Outside, sleet had begun falling again at some point, scattering in fine flecks and brushing the carriage curtains with a soft rustle.
Cui Fu drove the carriage, humming a nameless little tune, blissfully unaware that he was carrying it quite out of key.
Before long, the carriage turned into a lane, slowed, and finally stopped.
Cui Fu drew in the reins and turned his head.
"Young master, we're here."
Wei Nisheng drew a deep breath, lifted the curtain, and stepped out.
Lanterns hung high before the Feng Residence, their warm glow lighting the steps and tinting the thin snow yellow.
Two stone lions crouched on either side, their mouths slightly open, imposing without being overbearing.
Wei Nisheng stood before the carriage, yet still did not move forward.
Instead, he straightened the collar of his Scarlet Robe again and again, then adjusted his Silver Fish Pouch over and over.
"Cui Fu."
"Hmm?"
Wei Nisheng turned around and asked, "How do I look?"
Standing beside him, Cui Fu grinned at the sight of his young master and slipped into an operatic lilt.
"Young master."
"Hmm?"
"This maiden~ has long known your features to be handsome and refined, my lord, but must you put us all so utterly to shame?"
At that theatrical line, Wei Nisheng froze, then laughed.
There was a little embarrassment in his smile, but also a measure of relief.
It was as though having his secret thoughts exposed had made him feel lighter instead.
Wei Nisheng shot Cui Fu a glare and scolded him with a laugh.
"Well, well, Cui Fu! You've certainly been listening to plenty of opera while waiting outside the offices!"
Cui Fu tucked his neck in and chuckled.
Wei Nisheng drew another deep breath, straightened his cuffs, and