On the second day of the second month, the white horse is drunk with the spring breeze.
It's been two years since the fall of Dayong, and the world is no longer under Dayong's domain, but in the first year of Yong'an under the Grand Banquet Emperor's reign.
The one ruling the Grand Banquet is none other than the former Prince of Beixiang, Zhu Huai'an, who once wandered from the Jin Sect to the northern frontier.
Early in the morning, Xu Qing arrived outside the shop door, coincidentally catching the lady from the Incense and Candle Shop across the street throwing out face wash water.
Having not seen each other for many years, the nearing-fifty Mrs. Cheng had some white hair amongst her black, but her eyes could still reveal a hint of her former charm.
"Oh my! Scholar Xu! It really is you. I thought you..."
Mrs. Cheng held back from saying 'died out there'.