In the wee hours of the morning, a carriage rattled down the cobblestoned pathway of Zhuque Street. It was early enough that the sleepy ministers heading in to attend morning court didn't pay it much attention. Those who were of high enough rank to afford the privilege of using a sedan made use of the scant opportunity to catch a little bit more shuteye before they had to deal with their difficult liege. Those who had little choice but to shuffle in on foot were too tired to do much more than put one foot in front of another.
Thus it was that this nondescript carriage carried on its merry way largely ignored except for a couple of envious glances here and there by lower-ranked officials whom it passed by.
(1) Official road: Large roads transversing the country built specifically to ensure that court officials that were dispatched to faraway locations to take on their administrative duties would be able to reach their destinations.
(2) From the vermilion doors waft the scent of wine and meat while on the road outside are the bones of those who froze to death: a line from a poem written by Tang poet Du Pu, as a critique of the lifestyle discrepancies between the rich elite and the poor commoners.
(3) Frog at the bottom of the well: an idiom describing someone with a limited outlook and experience in life.
(4) Mandarin ducks: symbol of lovers
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I'm sorry this was delayed and then a day later than promised. I had an insane weekend because my colleague was COVID positive and I just happened to be the on-call (': I'm also on-call tonight and on an evening shift tomorrow so the next chapter will not be up before Friday, I'm pretty sure. Sorry!