Time passed, and the once scorching temperature, with the arrival of several rains, no longer felt hot. In fact, each rainfall seemed to carry away a portion of the warmth.
The garden, green and lush, had imperceptibly gained new hues, especially the maple trees that were now splendid in their fiery red garb. Travelers to and from the capital could spot the panoramic beauty just by drawing back their carriage curtains.
On the road out of the capital, Zhulan pulled back the curtain of her carriage, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She had almost forgotten the last time she left the city. She turned to look at her husband, lounging in the carriage, "You actually managed to take time off, and for a whole seven days at that."
Heaven knows, the surprise Zhou Shuren had given her the day before was tremendous.
Zhou Shuren lifted his hand to his hair, untethered by an official's cap, "All the hair I saved up for a month from falling out wasn't for nothing."
