7 to 9 AM.
Chen Ji walked east along Chang'an Street, feeling that today's sun was exceptionally scorching and hot, with the cicadas on the treetops incessantly chirping.
Along the way, wooden boards were set up in front of various taverns, listing the types of mooncakes they were selling. Inside the taverns, bundles of mooncakes wrapped in oil paper were stacked like small hills, with a red paper on top, adding a festive touch.
But Chen Ji couldn't care less about celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival.
He went to a breakfast stall outside East Rongmi Lane and ordered a bowl of millet porridge and two shepherd's purse buns.
As he bowed his head to drink the porridge, he observed the pedestrians coming and going outside Huitong Hall with the corner of his eye, calculating the odds of assassinating the An Nan Envoy.
In this world, among all methods of solving trouble, killing is the simplest.
Assassination is the simplest among all killing methods.
