The night was deep and still; here, there was only a quiet small town where the people had the habit of going to bed early, making the inn seem unusually noisy.
In the courtyard, Li Sheng stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the inn ahead, his face displaying a hint of absent-mindedness.
The long song that should have been wept after a deadly battle seemed like a memory from the distant, distant past. If he hadn't been wearing this python robe and had not held the imperial decree in his hand, he might have gone up and knocked on the door, like in the past, to ask Gongsun Jing for a drink with a smile.
But now things were different. Regardless of whether Wang Anfeng agreed or not, the decree clarified Wang Anfeng's responsibility to take up the title of Duke of the State. The Imperial Court and Jianghu were incompatible; his arrival today was ultimately a step too late.
