Xie Liangchen had a hard time falling asleep.
Song Xian led his men to patrol the camp. The peaceful spring farming in Zhenzhou was thanks to the soldiers defending the border. Even as the night grew deep and the townsfolk rested, they dared not relax for a moment.
Chang An watched his imposing master, thinking about the newly crafted map. Who would have thought, if not seen with one's own eyes, that his master would even draw a moon on the map just to please Miss Xie.
He had followed his master for many years, yet only now did he see his true colors. The master hadn't even gotten an answer yet and was already this eager. Who knows how he would show off once he brought the lady home.
After the spring farming began, there were about two or three rains. As most of the mountain fields in Zhenzhou were sown, another rain came.
Before dawn, Xie Liangchen opened her eyes and vaguely heard her grandmother say, "It's raining, we're not going up the mountain, just rest at home."
