"Governor... student... student understands!..."
"Hmm... finish your tea."
The sun slanted westward, dusk floating with golden glow, the day thus drawing to a close. The plum garden scattered with twilight, surrounded by rockeries and ponds, was indeed breathtakingly beautiful. However, Shi Wende had neither the mood nor the courage to appreciate the scenery. He simply kept his head down, sipping tea before Governor Wang Zhe, not daring to drink too fast to lose decorum, nor too slow to cause delay. The study fell silent for a while, almost quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
"East Fan Kingdom, Eastern Barbarians' tribute... Zhejiang Maritime Bureau, the middle officer of the Market Department... hmm... let me think..."
