April eighteenth, Jinghe Year Fifteen.
The inner study at Song Yue's residence.
Beyond the eaves, spring was deepening. Fresh-grown locust trees spread their dense shade over the grounds and steps.
A breeze slipped through the window. Song Yue sat alone behind his desk, the Great Zhou Nine Frontiers Map laid out before him.
When Feng Yan had been there, Song Yue had been Minister of War, the Feng Faction's pillar in the military. In every matter, he had had an anchor; in every matter, someone had set the course.
But now, Feng Yan no longer attended court.
The great tree at his back was slowly withering, its shade retreating inch by inch to expose the jagged earth and stones beneath.
Once the tree fell, the monkeys would each have to find their own way.
A general with no one at court could never wage war!
Where did his own path of retreat lie?
He had invited Wei Nisheng today to probe that very path.
After all, he had only invited him to the restaurant yesterday, and today, the moment Wei Zi reported for duty, he had begun investigating his nephew's background.
"He really isn't some arrogant child..." Song Yue sighed.
Just then, the steward's voice came through the door.
"Master, Vice Director Wei has arrived."
At this, Song Yue composed himself and said evenly, "Show him in."
Before long, Wei Nisheng was led over and stepped across the threshold.
As soon as he entered the study, he cupped his hands and bowed to Song Yue, his manner composed.
"Sorry to trouble you, Grand Secretary Song. Forgive Zi'an's discourtesy."
Song Yue rose and returned the greeting, gesturing toward a guest chair. "No need for such ceremony, Zi'an. Sit."
After they exchanged pleasantries, a servant brought tea and withdrew. The door