Chen Sansi had ceased to inquire about any military or governmental affairs inside or outside of Liangzhou, as if he had truly resolved to leave.
As a result, the servants at the Governor Mansion, unaware of his intentions, were all very despondent.
It wasn't until the dusk of the fourth day.
"Whistle—"
A sharp cry of an eagle split the golden sky, shattering the calm at the Governor Mansion.
Sitting cross-legged on a small boat on the lake behind the mountains, Chen Sansi abruptly opened his eyes, removed a sealed letter from under the leg of the blue bird, read it, and ignited a flame in his hand to burn the paper.
Just then, an autumn breeze passed, sending the ashes of the letter fluttering about, until they fell into the lake and gradually disappeared.
"Hey, are we going to the Capital or not?"
Fang Qingyun, who was hanging around absorbing Spiritual Energy, couldn't help but ask, "Why do I see that you are not in a hurry at all?"
"Silly lass."
