On the very day news spread that several court officials had been demoted to the Yunnan-Guizhou region, the autumn hunt in the imperial outskirts began early.
As today was a rest day, the streets were filled with many young scholars. Upon arriving at the outskirts, one found a sea of people. Some scholars, having practiced the six arts since childhood and possessing exceptional archery skills, also gathered on the fringes, enthusiastically swapping amusing stories. The Western Hills autumn hunt was not a place for them, but if they could show their faces before the princes and nobles and lay some groundwork for their future prospects, that would be quite good.
In a corner, Zhou Siran leaned his back against a tree, his long legs crossed, half-closing his eyes in a feigned slumber.
Chapter 134