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In Changhe Square, a Qinghe River wound its way through.
The river flowed slowly, sparkling with waves, reflecting the intricately arranged pavilions and towers on both banks.
Among these pavilions and towers, the Dong Mansion of the Yongzhou Thirteen Lines was located here.
The Dong Mansion was magnificent, its gates carved from ancient vermilion wood.
Above the gate, a gilded plaque glowed brightly, inscribed with the words "Dong Residence," exuding an air of nobility.
Guan Yunjian descended the steps of the Dong Mansion's main entrance and shook his head at Uncle Shu, saying, "Dong Chasi is not in the mansion."
Uncle Shu asked, "Then where is he now?"
Guan Yunjian glanced at the blazing sun high in the sky, saying, "It's midday now, the time for a meal. Dong Chasi hasn't returned to the mansion, he should be drinking at Zuihua Building outside the city. Let's go take a look there."