The sixteenth day of the sixth month, two quarters past the hour of the Rabbit.
Before the summer heat had begun to steam, the cicadas were already clamoring.
Wei Nisheng wore a scarlet robe, a silver fish at his belt and the Jade Balance hanging from it, as he entered the Palace through East Flower Gate.
Not yet twenty, he already held the seals of both the Eastern Palace and the Selection Bureau.
From capable official to strategist, from favored appointee to adviser to the heir.
Today's journey was to take his seat as adviser to the heir, and also to uphold the distinction between ruler and subject.
Before the Hall of Literary Splendor, Qin Yan was already waiting, idly waving a palm fan.
"You're early, Deputy Director."
"You're earlier still, Director of Palace Affairs."
"Hmph! I only hold the post concurrently." Qin Yan waved a hand, turned, and walked away.
"Get along, then!"
"I went to report on my duties, but His Highness had nothing on his mind but you."
"You jest, Director Qin."
"Still calling me Director Qin? You brat, do you want a lesson in propriety?"
"I wouldn't dare! I wouldn't dare! You jest, Qin Gong!" Wei Nisheng laughed as he passed Qin Yan.
The hall was simply furnished. On the desk stood a small celadon jar, an Ice Basin, and two melons chilled in well water.
Crown Prince Jiang Heng wore a plain white robe secured with a gold-and-jade belt, his hair bound with a jade hairpin. He sat upright behind the desk, his expression composed.
Wei Nisheng entered the hall, lifted his robe, and knelt in obeisance.
"Your servant Wei Nisheng bows before Your Highness."
"Sir." The Crown Prince spoke in a clear voice.
"I have been waiting a long time for you."