In the end, driven by interests, they seemed to have reached some consensus. A new storm surrounding the north-south situation and Court power, like the dark clouds before a storm, was quietly brewing.
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At the Old Port in the south, the sea breeze, carrying a salty and humid scent, blew into Xu Qing's face, ruffling his hair.
He stood at a high point in the port, gazing afar at the endless horizon. His deep gaze seemed to penetrate the vast ocean and see the boundless distance. The night wind gently swept past, rustling his robes, yet his eyes remained profoundly mysterious, as if harboring endless secrets.
Su Lianqing stood quietly beside him, like an orchid blossoming in the night, emitting a faint fragrance. She softly asked, "Young Master, what do you plan to do next?"
Her voice was gentle, like a nightingale.
