The sparrows in the courtyard chirped noisily, as if celebrating the arrival of a new day.
Zhao Zun walked the damp stone path into Han Lei's courtyard. The courtyard was quiet, with only Jin Ju nodding off under the eaves.
She held a broom in her hand, apparently having fallen asleep while cleaning.
Zhao Zun glanced at the tightly closed door, knowing Han Lei was still asleep, and chose not to disturb her, instead turning to head towards the dining hall.
In the dining hall, the old lady and Zhao Ling'er sat at the table having breakfast. The table was set with a few light dishes and steaming porridge, its fragrance filling the air.
Outside the dining hall, trusted aides squatted in a circle, holding bowls and noisily drinking hot porridge.
Seeing Zhao Zun approach, the aides stood up, holding their bowls and chopsticks to salute.
"Prince."
"Good morning, Prince."
Zhao Zun nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the aides, finally resting on Xiao Zhengfei.
