Time flies, and before you know it, three days have passed.
Capital, within the Jiang Family Mansion.
At this moment, Jiang Tianyi is seated on an antique styled Taishi chair, his eyes downcast, holding a bowl of tea, and he's fiddling with the floating tea leaves using the tea cover.
Beside him, there's a rustic incense burner, from which a faint sandalwood fragrance is wafting up, filling the entire room with an elegant scent, refreshing and calming the nerves.
The atmosphere in the room is tranquil and solemn, as if this isn't a military family, but rather a scholarly household!
Sand!
Just as the atmosphere around Jiang Tianyi is immensely peaceful, suddenly, a swift footstep is heard.
The footsteps are short and anxious, seeming extremely flustered, imparting a feeling of urgency.
These anxious footsteps contrast sharply with the tranquil and solemn atmosphere around Jiang Tianyi, even creating a sense of shadowy conflict.
Step!
