As the Su brothers blinked their eyes open, the residual warmth from their journey still lingered, a heat that seemed to pulse faintly beneath their skin. They found themselves in an unfamiliar space—a grand hallway stretching out before them, lined with dimly glowing sconces and polished wood paneling.
The air was still, laden with a faint hint of polish and age. They exchanged quick glances, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings, noting how this place—almost like a mansion but humble in scale—was worlds apart from the street they'd left behind.
Their attention shifted as they caught sight of their clothing. Gone were their usual robes, replaced instead with coarse, modest servant attire—uniforms they recognized from visits to Jiho's friends' households in the past.
