Last night it rained in Taicang City, and by dawn the fine drizzle had not stopped.
"With every autumn rain comes a chill. How many times have we seen this rain this year? We are nearing the Mid-Autumn Festival again."
Zhao Douan, seated in a carriage, left the government office. As he toured the city, he couldn't help but feel the cold wind blowing in through the window.
In recent days, the people inside the city frequently saw Commander Zhao on his patrols.
Zhao Douan had been spending more time in Linfeng these days. As for the Capital, he only occasionally visited it a few times.
Since the last war, the Lu Family in the city had completely submitted, having abandoned their indecisive thoughts.
Taking advantage of the war, Zhao Douan suppressed with one hand and supported with the other, effectively replacing the major clans on the western front of Linfeng.
Instead, it prompted a unity between the city's military and civilian populations, subtly increasing the morale.
