Han Yu could hear the soft creak of doors opening, the rustle of cloth, even low voices speaking in murmurs.
He took a breath through his nose and frowned slightly in surprise.
He could smell food.
Not just vaguely, but clearly.
The scent of meat being roasted, of porridge simmering, of herbs being boiled. He could even smell incense being lit somewhere in the residence, its faint, calming fragrance drifting through the cold air.
He smiled faintly.
His sense of taste was the only one he could not test yet.
But he would not need to wait long.
A few minutes later, he heard light footsteps approaching his courtyard. There was a soft knock at the gate, followed by a respectful voice.
"Honored guest, breakfast has been prepared."
Han Yu rose, adjusted his robes, and opened the gate. A young servant bowed deeply and gestured for him to follow.
