Beiyang Dao.
Desolate Mountain, mountain peak.
Xu Wencai, dressed in feather fan and silken robes, stands atop a giant rock, gazing over the terrain and topography within a hundred miles. Two Eastern Factory eunuchs are responsible for his close protection while unfurling a huge map of Beiyang Dao.
He holds a brush, sketching on it, and after a long period, he slowly puts it down: "Alright, submit this to General Feng Yong."
"Yes, Prime Minister!"
One of the eunuchs rolls up the scroll and carries out the order.
"Cough cough..."
A gentle breeze blows as Xu Wencai, with gray sideburns, coughs twice, overlooking the endless sun and moon landscapes, lets out a long sigh: "The mountains are high, the waters long, like mayflies seeing the blue sky."
"Old Xu."
Chen Duhe spits out the foxtail in his mouth: "What are you lamenting about?"
"Hehe."
