A gentle breeze smoked through the willows, and the fragrance of flowers intoxicated the senses—it was truly the radiant springtime of the southern land.
On West Gate Street in Fuzhou Prefecture, the bluestone-paved road stretched straight ahead, leading directly to the west gate.
Before a magnificently constructed mansion stood two stone altars, each holding a flagstaff nearly two zhang high, with green banners fluttering at their peaks. On the banner to the right, yellow silk thread was embroidered with a baring, fierce-looking male lion. As the flag rippled in the wind, the lion appeared all the more lifelike. Wang Pu habitually lit a cigarette, his gaze sweeping line by line over the text displayed on the screen.
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