A few more days passed, and even more merchant fleets plied the Bian River.
As the weather gradually warmed, peasants driving cattle and sheep into the city waited outside the gates early in the morning—business was always best in weather like this.
Inside the prison of the Court of Judicial Review, prisoners shouted grievances all day long, waiting for some trouble to break out. In the innermost cell, An Zizhen’s heavy head bobbed up and down, dragging his weary shoulders forward with every nod.
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