On the day the Lord Prefect held a banquet for all the new Scholars, the weather was clear and bright. There wasn't a cloud in sight, and the sky was as blue as a fine gemstone.
In a small courtyard home in the Prefecture, Chen Wanqing was carefully smoothing the wrinkles on Zhao Jing's clothes.
She stepped back a little to look at the young man before her, a dazed expression in her eyes.
'It has only been half a year,' she thought, 'but Zhao Jing seems to have grown so much.'
Now, his brow was deep-set and strong, the lines of his features sharp and distinct. He seemed to have shot up in height, and even his shoulders were broader than before.
He was such a dashing young man; a single glance was enough to captivate the heart.
Chen Wanqing averted her gaze and said to Zhao Jing, "You seem to have gotten taller again. I'll buy you a couple of new sets of clothes later."
"Store-bought clothes don't fit right. I want the ones you make for me, Wanqing."
