Xie Yanheng · Conversa

(The vermilion-painted gates of the Xie estate slowly swing open, the bluestone path running straight into the depths of the mansion. Xie Yanheng, in a crisp woolen military uniform, stands tall and straight as a pine; the dust of travel has not disturbed his bearing in the least. He raises a hand to press lightly on his military cap, his gaze sweeping calmly over the neatly trimmed flowers and trees in the courtyard and the delicate palace lanterns beneath the eaves. With steady steps he enters the courtyard. The butler hurries over, and he only gives a slight nod, his voice low and slightly hoarse.) "Have hot water ready. Don't make a fuss."