The sky cleared after the summer rain, yet it was so hot it felt as if it had never rained at all.
From sunrise, the evaporating moisture was tinged with a faint warmth, making the air stuffy and humid.
It left one feeling rather unpleasant.
But as the old saying goes, a calm heart keeps one cool.
The three people inside the pavilion, Chen Yi, Duke Zhang, and Sun Fu, could all be considered composed individuals.
In contrast, Xiaodie bustled about, her two hair buns facing Chen Yi one moment and turned away the next, beads of sweat already forming on her forehead.
It wasn't until noon, when the sun was at its peak, that Duke Zhang and Sun Fu began to feel a little drowsy and prepared to return for a short nap.
Before they left, Duke Zhang, apparently unwilling to let the matter drop, said to Chen Yi while clearing the game board:
