In the blink of an eye, golden September arrived.
A bleak autumn wind swept up withered yellow leaves, sending them spinning through the air. Lazy sunlight filtered through a thin veil of clouds, and the veins of the leaves reflected a brilliant golden light.
In the Red King Mansion, the lotuses in the pond had bloomed for a season. Now, the flowers had withered, and the leaves listlessly turned yellow.
In the rear garden, Qing Shisan, a kerchief wrapped around his head, hummed a little tune with a pipe clenched between his teeth. He occasionally puffed out a smoke ring as he used a shower-head nozzle to water the brilliant yellow chrysanthemums, enjoying the simple bliss of a life in retirement.
The Disaster Prevention Bureau was now running smoothly. When Ye Weiyang had been paralyzed some time ago, a backlog of strange cases had piled up. Thanks to the Dawn Department working overtime all across the land, a large portion of them had finally been cleared.
「In the study.」
