Rain had also started in Shangjing, but unlike the steady drizzle in Yunzhou, the rain in the capital was laced with wind, lashing the autumn leaves from the corridors and leaving the ground slick and wet everywhere.
Bater was holding a bowl of wine, already eight parts drunk.
Ever since arriving in the Capital, they had been brought by Jiang Hai to this residential compound near the outskirts of the city.
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