During the second month of spring, the weather in the Capital City grew warmer. Everything was coming back to life, marking the perfect season when the grass grew tall and the warblers took to the sky.
In the Western Regions Royal Court, however, sandstorms filled the sky. A single trip outside meant shaking five pounds of sand off your clothes upon returning.
With the yellow sand swirling in the distance and the bitter sorrow festering up close, the overwhelming anxiety felt like it could burn a person alive.
Chen Song looked at Yao Zhi, the Deputy Commander of the Imperial Guard, and asked, "Commander Yao, are there truly no hidden agents left planted by the Wei Dynasty here in the Western Regions Royal Court?"
Zhao Jing had arrived under the pretext of "civilizing the people of the Western Regions," but the moment their group stepped foot in the Western Regions Royal Court, they had lost their freedom.
