The wagon drew near.
Gao Lan wore a green thin robe and his face grew stubble beard. He was not a bit less handsome than his young age and became even more mature and manly. Without the emperor's dress and crown, he looked like an average man going out with his family driving the wagon by himself.
"Here I am, on a spring excursion, with apricot flowers blown full on my head."
The wagon stopped. Gao Lan jumped out of it and slowly opened the door behind. He gently took out a wooden plate written with:
"My beloved wife Yan Ran's Tomb… made by her husband Gao Lan."
He walked slowly toward the lake and placed the plate on a stone next to him. He stared at the center of the lake reflecting sunshine in which silver fish swam here and there.
"Come out," Gao Lan suddenly spoke. His voice was low but clear.
