A sweet rain falls from the North Sky. The breeze in Kingdom Tianhe was pleasant on this day. As usual the spring blossoms scattered through the sky, it was peaceful and untouched. The son of a scholar has finally risen in the ranks of his clan. Shoi-Ming Tianhe is resting his head on the terrace railing. One hand on a stringed instrument, going over some short chords. He laid his head down, humming along to the sounds of his Guqin. The lotuses in the river gently bob up and down.