The night passed uneventfully.
The sky had just begun to brighten.
Gloomy, dark clouds already pressed down on Shu State Prefecture City.
A misty layer of clouds obscured the rising sun in the east, like an extension of the night, reluctant to let the morning come.
But the Night Watchman still made his rounds on time, crying out the hour.
Drums also sounded from the tower above the city gate.
Whenever this happened, bells from the temple in the northwest corner, the academy to the north, and outside Yanhua Lane in the south would answer in chorus.
With the harmonious tolling of bells and beating of drums, a new day arrived.
Chen Yi, of course, didn't wait until then to get up.
To be precise, he had been rising early these past few days, washing up and dressing before heading to the study.
Of course, he wasn't going there to practice his calligraphy or to create a few paintings.
He was going there to read.
That's right.
