The moment Wei Nisheng stepped through the Feng Residence's Central Gate, he knew today was different.
The Central Gate stood wide open, with two rows of servants flanking the threshold, all bowing in unison.
Beyond the Screen Wall stretched a broad flagstone path, lined on both sides with congratulatory gifts. Red silk and gilded cards were piled into little mountains.
Farther ahead lay the Central Corridor, where people stood talking in twos and threes beneath the eaves, scarlet and purple robes mingling amid a dazzling array of jade belts and golden fish pendants.
Yet Wei Nisheng kept his gaze straight ahead and his pace unhurried, his long robe stirring softly in the spring breeze.
Then he spotted someone familiar.
Beside a pillar, Qin Yan was exchanging pleasantries with several officials.
He wore dark everyday robes today, looking hale and hearty, with a bright, open smile.
Standing beside him was none other than Wei Shouzheng.
Wei Shouzheng wore a brand-new Scholar's Robe and followed behind his teacher with lowered eyes and a deferential air.
He had thought his teacher was bringing him along to make connections and broaden his horizons, and had secretly felt rather pleased with himself all the way there.
Until he entered the Feng Residence, saw the hall full of Purple-and-Scarlet Robes, and heard someone discussing "that disciple Lord Feng is taking in."
Only after quietly asking his teacher did realization strike him.
Today was actually the day that disgraceful son who had been driven from their home would formally take a master.
And so he followed behind Qin Yan, his face burning with shame, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
But the very thing he least wanted to happen insisted on happening!
Qin Yan turned and spotted Wei Nisheng. He froze