Song Lianhe was too angry to sleep, so she went to the vegetable garden to get some fresh air.
Under the farmers' meticulous care, the sweet potato seedlings were a stretch of lush green. The climate here was dry and hot, and after a day of sunlight, the ground temperature would exceed twenty degrees Celsius, creating the optimal soil environment for cultivating sweet potatoes. As a result, the seedlings rooted early and developed quickly. In less than a month, they had put down fine roots, grown long vines, and their tubers had begun to swell.
Gazing at the "empire" she had built with her own hands, Song Lianhe felt quite proud.
It was as if a beautiful consort stood beside her. She swept her hand out. "My beauty, look! This is the empire We have conquered for you!"
Inside the pavilion, a man opened his eyes.
In the vegetable garden, a young woman stood on the stone steps, bathed in the clear moonlight, speaking treasonous words to a patch of sweet potato seedlings.
