Yanqing happily hums to himself as he walks through the streets of the Xianzhou Loufu. He passes by Tingyun’s business stand, completely ignorant to the fact that the Fox lady was selling photos of the General.

The sun shines brightly up ahead but the weather was still one of welcoming warmth— a soft breeze passes, gently urging his golden hair to sway with the wind.

It’s a new day and Yanqing is ready for whatever it has in store.