Lu Changsheng nodded, then left the Prefecture Government.
Soon, Lu Changsheng returned to Zhao Shuwen's ancestral home.
He sought out Zhao Shuwen.
"In a few days, I need to go to the State City for a while, and my return date is uncertain."
"I might not make it back in time for your wedding."
"But if I can return early, Brother Lu will certainly come back as soon as possible."
Lu Changsheng said to Zhao Shuwen.
Zhao Shuwen nodded, as Lu Changsheng had already helped him a lot.
Checking the time, it was about a month until his and Miss Qin's wedding day.
He still hoped Lu Changsheng could be present.
"Mr. Lu, I will strive to further translate the patterns. I have made some progress, but it might require more time."
Zhao Shuwen said apologetically.
He knew his worth lay in translating those sacred texts or patterns.
Thus, during this period, he hadn't been lazy.
Instead, he diligently translated the patterns.
But those patterns were extremely mysterious.
