Go bring the land deed, silver notes, pour in the poems you've painstakingly thought through.
Inside the sedan chair is a silver stove carved with ornate decorations.
Put in the splendid articles, light the fire to keep warm, quite a refined interest.
But today, looking around, there is not a single person in sight, nor the luxurious sedan chairs of the past. It was at this moment that Feng Yuning suddenly realized—
Was the street in Jiangzhou's State City always this wide?
Vast and empty.
In the past, the house servants always complained; the front of the Prime Minister's Mansion was too busy, people coming and going, the ground made of excellent stone, no matter how you sweep it, it couldn't be cleaned. Now, without people, the ground is spotless and grayish-white, vast and empty, like transparent ice.
When the wind blows by, there's an inexplicable feeling of bleakness and desolation.
Feng Yuning stared blankly.
The Ritual Eunuch smiled and said: "Sir, please go ahead."
