The heavy snow fluttered down.
The wheels rolled, grinding out two long marks.
As the end of 7 p.m. approached, more than two hours had passed, and it was now ten at night, sleep time.
The weather was turning colder, and fishermen no longer went out in the middle of the night, tea shops and food stalls were closed, except for a few stores that hung lanterns signifying they were still open for business. Yixing Town was quiet and peaceful.
Inside the Eastern Chamber, the candlelight flickered, detecting the sound of the door being opened.
"Boy!"
Su Guishan stepped over the threshold, raising his hand in a gesture.
Liang Qu, walking in the snow, caught with his hand. The two ceramic pots with metallic hues felt especially heavy—he was not seeing such pots for the first time, and was all too aware of their contents.
Xuanhuang Qi!
Liang Qu exclaimed in delight, "Uncle, has someone from the Imperial Court come by tonight?"
