On this day, General Xiangliu and Xiaoyao sat upright in the council hall, with Anian and Rushou seated at their sides as companions. They had been chatting idly for only a short while when Chishui Fenglong walked in from outside.
This former head of the Chishui clan had spent the past half-year working alongside Sheng Ji in the fields. Looking at him now, he had grown much sturdier, his skin was tanned dark by the sun, and his gaze seemed to carry a newly added measure of composure and maturity. Just as they always said, farming had numerous benefits—it was simply a pity that those people could always look down on it. Watching him stand there with his hands and feet not knowing where to put themselves, Xiaoyao could not help but chuckle inwardly: he was still somewhat simple-minded; it seemed he would have to be sent back to continue farming.
"Sit. Shanhu, serve tea," Xiaoyao instructed, then turned to ask, "Chishui... Fenglong, I hear you asked to see me. What is this—are you still refusing to give up and plotting to kill me?"
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