With a clatter, Jiang Changbai placed the chopsticks in her hand on the edge of her bowl. An indecipherable emotion flashed in her eyes. She stared fixedly at that lacquered greeting card, and felt her heart tremble. "Bixia—" Song Juguang's words were interrupted very quickly by Jiang Changbai. "Ready the carriage," Jiang Changbai rose suddenly, the hems of her clothes sweeping against the edge of the table, "to the Xie residence." Song Juguang raised a hand, about to halt the maid who was about to convey the imperial message, and picked up an umbrella herself, following after. "The swell of water in the city's centre has yet to retreat; I fear the carriage will be delayed." Jiang Changbai was just in the midst of leaving the hall, and rain water dripped down from the eaves and fell onto her forehead. "Then I'll ride a horse." At this moment, it had been a bit of time since morning court, and where He Leyong and Xie Qianbing...