"So much talk."
Zhu Zhengwei crushed an Immortal Herb again to brew tea. Another Immortal Herb grew anew at the window, but he ignored it and slowly opened his diary.
A fragrance of ink and books wafted over, directly following the death of Shiguang, the real emperor.
[Year 401, Ah Da's death left my heart unsettled. After attending his grand imperial funeral, I suddenly recalled another old friend, Li Su, and returned to the vassal state, the Bronze Steam Country. Li Su's descendants had already become a renowned local family, but their hearts gradually became blinded by interests, no longer a family versed in books but filled with the stench of money, losing their familial heritage.]
