The eighth day of the fourth month was slightly chilly.
Feng Yan's carriage stopped at the entrance to an alley outside West Peace Gate, so understated that it hardly looked like a former Chief Minister's carriage.
There were no banners or attendants, only a Blue-Curtained Carriage and an elderly driver.
Meanwhile, Xu Li and his wife, who lived next door to the Small Courtyard of the Wei Residence, were getting ready to go out.
Xu Li had the day off, and his wife, Li Shi, was dragging him out of the city to offer incense.
He had just locked the door when he turned and saw the carriage stop outside the neighboring courtyard.
Xu Li instinctively shrank back, pulling his wife behind the door.
"What are you doing?" Li Shi frowned in displeasure as her husband tugged at her.
"Keep quiet." Xu Li lowered his voice, then pulled his wife behind the door, his eyes fixed on the carriage.
He worked for Shuntian Prefecture. Whatever else he lacked, his ability to recognize people was first-rate.
The carriage before him might have looked unremarkable, but that was a white horse.
And the driver's posture, the fabric of the curtains-plain though they were, every detail told onlookers that this was no ordinary household's carriage.
"Tsk, what are we hiding for? We haven't done anything shameful!" Li Shi looked at her husband with annoyance, but also curiosity.
"And whose carriage is that? Are they here for the boy next door?"
After greeting him last time, Xu Li had asked around at Shuntian Prefecture and learned Wei Nisheng's background.
Adopted from the Wei Family's Second Branch into the Eldest Branch, then subjected to Lineage Separation-so what if he was a Fiery Child? To put it plainly, he was now a castoff who had been