Since coming to the Capital, Shen Qinglan has hardly gone anywhere outside of Fugui Street, let alone thoroughly explored the city.
The carriage traveled for quite a while before finally stopping outside a small path.
Upon entering the plum garden, the biting cold wind and the fragrant scent of plums greeted them.
This plum garden is built at the foot of a mountain. Perhaps due to the cold weather, there seemed to be few visitors in the garden.
When they arrived, it was the garden owner himself who came out to greet them.
The garden owner was about forty years old, with a beard around his mouth, spoke in a booming voice, and had a hearty disposition. He seemed to be old friends with Le Zhao and Duan Yunfei.
"It appears that the two gentlemen haven't visited for over three years. What brings you here today?"
Le Zhao chuckled lightly, "These years, Yunfei and I have been traveling the Jianghu, rarely returning to the Capital. How have you been, Brother Shi?"
