Yixuan was busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen. His second brother had woken up but, deterred by the cold, hadn't gotten out of bed yet, while his fifth brother was still sound asleep. He caught sight of his eldest brother returning to the room for a moment, then taking a piece of clothing to the riverside.
Looking towards his eldest brother, carried by the wind, his long hair flew, but he saw that his eldest brother's back was covered with spreading ink stains. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, a strange feeling beginning to rise in his heart.
Before he could ponder further, the sound of horse hooves came from outside the courtyard. Soon after, a figure, covered in dust, dismounted from the horse.
Liang Haoming—he had returned from Jun City!
"Eldest brother!"
As he dismounted, he saw his eldest brother about to head towards the river and quickly strode towards him.
