The wind blew in the dark night.
It caressed the ground and landed on the buildings in the county's capital city. As it swam, it emitted a whistling sound, stirring up dust that swept past the corner of Old Master Seventh's clothes until it spread to the pavilion of the County Governor's residence.
It lifted Xu Qing's hair.
Xu Qing looked at the night sky and his heart was calm.
This calmness was something the Moon Offering Region couldn't give him. To Xu Qing, what he had experienced in Fenghai County had long made him treat this place as half his hometown.
That feeling of returning home caused Xu Qing's mind to be calm. However, there would always be some voices that wanted to fuse into his peace.
"Little Qing, what do you think is written in the jade slip the heir gave to the old man?"
The captain stood beside Xu Qing with a pondering expression.