The sky above North Pine Town was washed in pale gold and soft blue, the last traces of night retreating beyond the distant hills. Cool air lingered between the stone paths, carrying the scent of dew and morning smoke. Somewhere deeper in the estate, servants were beginning their work, doors opening, footsteps soft and practiced. Guards at the inner gate rotated shifts, armor clinking quietly as they exchanged brief words and nods.
Jiang adjusted the strap across his shoulder and made his way toward the stables.
There was no crowd today. No music, no banners, no laughter echoing from silk-draped pavilions. Yesterday's banquet felt distant, like a dream already fading with the night.
As he passed the outer training yard, the sound of wood striking wood reached his ears.
He paused.
