Translator's note: I apologise for the delay in this update; I've had a rather hectic week. The next two chapters will be up over the next two days as usual. - A half shichen later, the originally bright, sunny day had turned to a drizzle, the falling moisture wanting to get in through the window lattices, causing the scattered hubbub to be cleanly dispersed. A Luo was still dressed in a raven-dark gown, her long hair combed to one side, and she walked to the table, and reached out a searching hand to hold the purple Yixing clay pot, which had long since been penetrated by the cold, and gently covered it with her hands, the water within, then, sending up fine bubbles, white steam pouring out of the pot. As she sat at the table, A Yin fastened up the clasps at her collar, the practised movements like that of a theatre, at the end of a play, being shuttered. A few strands of hair stuck to the moist nape of her neck, and, with her large, round eyes and peach cheeks, it was like th