In late October, the cold wind swept across the land, swirling with withered yellow leaves, and the air was filled with a bleak atmosphere.
Zhaonan Prefecture was in turmoil.
Gu'an County,
alone remained tranquil.
In the outer courtyard of the Fang Mansion, everyone gathered in one place.
Fang Zheng, dressed in long robes, sat under the stone pavilion, sipping Monkey Wine, feeling the rich brew coursing through his body.
"Tsk..."
He clicked his tongue lightly, a look of contentment on his face.
"Years of hard work finally paid off, even if Zhaonan Prefecture is in chaos, Gu'an County remains unscathed."
"Let the storm rage, I will calmly sit and fish!"
"The Master is indeed farsighted, deserving of admiration." Yang Meng, leaning against the tree, cupped her fists in salute, her face full of respect.
Today, she was not wearing soft armor or a battle robe, but had changed into loose clothing.
