Chapter 173 - Disturbed private conversations
East of the city, at the County Spring Market's residential area.
The scorching sun shined into the tightly shut courtyard. The herbs grown in the courtyard were dried and withered under the sun, and their leaves were hanging down, looking extremely listless. The three levels of wooden shelves in front of the courtyard were still drying the herbs that had been washed and cut, and a faint medicinal fragrance was floating in the air.
Both the main hall and side hall were filled with people. Those sitting around the round table in the side hall were staring at the hand-drawn map on the table, while the people in the main hall were discussing something.