The end of the year was approaching.
The north wind howled, the mountains were draped in silver, and the rivers were frozen solid.
The Daqian Dynasty was about to welcome the thirty-third year of the Zun'an Era.
「Imperial City.」
Inside the Zheng Family estate.
Everyone had heard about a certain young master.
He was the spitting image of Master Zheng.
He never came home at night.
He was very close with Upper Three Feng Bei.
But what did any of that prove?
For half a month, Zheng Xiu felt like a hamster in a drum generator, every second of his time squeezed out of him as he ran, walked, and grinded without a moment's pause.
As the saying goes, having connections in prison makes life easier. The favor he had curried with Scarface Liu in the previous cycle was paying off. Zheng Xiu's Main Body was living a life of comfort in Heaven-Gazing Prison, like he was on vacation, so happy he'd forgotten all about returning home.
