Chen Yi actually quite liked overcast, rainy weather.
Especially in autumn.
A cool breeze carried a chilly rain that gently brushed against his cheeks, leaving a refreshing sensation far more comfortable than the sweltering heat of a sunny day.
But sometimes, he didn't like the rain.
The hem of his long silk robe was low, and if he wasn't careful, it would get splashed with muddy water.
Specks of mud would cover his shoes and legs.
Unlike neat embroidery, they were scattered chaotically, as jumbled as Xiao Wuge's Golden Carp.
Some large, some small.
Because of this, Chen Yi would walk very carefully.
Even on the relatively flat grounds of the Marquis's Mansion, he walked at an unhurried pace, taking each step with steady deliberation.
Fortunately, while the Xiao Family's courtyard was large, it was nowhere near the extravagant opulence of "a new tower every five steps, a new pavilion every ten, with winding corridors and eaves pecking at the sky."
A short while later,
