It was early spring. The sun was bright, and a gentle breeze carried a touch of warmth.
Celestial Water Pier was bathed in the golden morning light. All sorts of boats shuttled back and forth, and people from every walk of life—peddlers, laborers, and vagrants alike—bustled about, creating a lively scene.
The distant mountains were the color of dark ink. The surface of Jishui Lake sparkled, and near its center, several tall, ornate painting boats drifted.
Chen Cheng, dressed in plainclothes, arrived at the pier. He stood on the embankment, gazing toward the distant painting boats, and shook his head slightly.
'This scene of peace and harmony is ultimately just a facade,' he thought. 'Who knows what dangers lie hidden beneath the surface?'
'Only the young masters and ladies of the great families have the leisure to admire the lake and enjoy the spring scenery.'
"Sir, are you looking for a ferry?"
