Changan city.
Yanya Academy.
The head of the academy's room was very warm. The charcoal in the copper pot on his table was burning strongly. His thick soup was already boiling - all he had to do was to put in slices of lamb meat into it. It seemed that the late fall in Changan city had come to an end overnight. It was starting to get chilly and cold. The flowers were still blooming the day before. The beautiful season had come to an end.
The academy head liked to eat white tofu. A refined-looking delicate young man, who was like a girl, was slicing white tofu. His knife work was neat - every single piece was of equal thickness.
The young man had a face that would make girls jealous; when he let down his hair, it made him look rather androgynous. He had good skin; his lips were red
