"Splash, splash!"
"Splash, splash!"
The climate at Luming is similar to the regions south of Yangtze River, with spring rain as light as mist and as fine as silk, persisting endlessly.
Gu Yu stood under the veranda, listening to the droplets fall on the Jade Disc, their sound crisp and pleasant. The water vapor scattered towards him, yet he felt no cold, only refreshing comfort.
He was only nine years old this year, but he was quite tall, with delicate features. Having shed his past indolence, he now genuinely resembled a dashing young lad.
"Seventh Young Master, the tea is ready!"
A delicate voice from inside prompted Gu Yu to turn around, as a slender and agile maid emerged with small, quick steps, smiling, "The household just bought some Purple Bamboo Shoots. They say it's a new spirit seed cultivated by the Prefecture Temple, rare for ordinary people. Madam loves you, so she specially allotted two liang."
