The unrest in Shangjing City gradually subsided.
Chen Ji suddenly opened his eyes on the bed, having just heard a faint whisper of scriptures which swept away the accumulated fatigue of the past few days.
Yet the sound of the scriptures was weak, making him momentarily unclear if it was a dream or coming from outside the West Wing.
Chen Ji patted Wu Yun, who was sleeping on his chest: "Did you hear anything just now?"
Wu Yun didn't even lift his eyelids: "No."
At this moment, outside the Duke Mansion, the elongated report from the night patrol rang out: "Dawn!"
This one report seemed to awaken Shangjing City, and the Duke Mansion suddenly became lively. Outside the courtyard, there were sounds of people walking back and forth, as well as the noise of servants sweeping and discussing.
