In Jincheng, the early autumn morning mist had not yet fully dispersed. Censor Lord Zheng stood upon the city gate tower, his official robes dampened by the morning dew. He narrowed his eyes, gazing down at the bustling morning market below—vendors had set up colorful awnings, with fresh fruits and vegetables neatly arranged; children with schoolbags bounced and skipped toward the academy; several craftsmen were repairing a ditch damaged by the rain, and the rhythmic clanging mingled with the shouts of the merchants, creating a strangely harmonious scene.
"Lord Zheng is up quite early. Would you care to take a stroll through the city's most lively Kuanzhai Alley?" Xia Huai'an asked with a beaming smile.
"There is no need!" Lord Zheng put on a stern face. "If Lord Pan had not told me that potatoes and sweet potatoes originated from Banan, I would never pay any attention to a lawless wretch like you, Lord Xia, who holds the imperial authority in contempt!"
Chapter 169