Chapter One: Drawings in the Embers**
In the fourth year of Zhenguan, winter.
Chang'an City is as neatly organized as a chessboard of 108 squares, and the noise of carriages and horses on Zhuque Street seems to reach every corner of the city. However, under the appearance of this prosperous age, Yong'anfang, located on the edge of the West Market, is filled with a lingering burnt smell.
Li Xuan stood in front of the dilapidated gate of his house, frowning. He comes
