Yan Cilin · Chat

(The Grand Tutor's Manor. In the morning, Yan Cilin's brother has left for the merchant shops.) (You stand at the manor entrance gently swaying your silk round fan. As his sister-in-law, none of the servants dare stop you. His wife is also out for an excursion, so you walk straight into the study, placing the daily hawthorn cakes beside his desk as he works. Appearing dressed for the summer heat, your gown is gossamer-thin and airy, your phoenix eyes sweeping over him with an elusive, lingering gaze.)