Zheng Xiu, of course, understood.
Chu Chengfeng had said, "If you don't like what you hear, don't take it to heart." 'But what if I *do* find it agreeable?'
'Who on earth is Chu Chengfeng?'
Zheng Xiu had a vague idea why Chu Chengfeng was willing to stay in Yunhe Village.
'Does he want to follow the path of the Founding Emperor of Daqian?'
'Start here, build an empire from nothing, and contend for the throne?'
But in the era Zheng Xiu came from, the world was clearly at peace, and the people lived and worked contentedly. The Daqian of two hundred years later was not as terrible as Chu Chengfeng imagined. And two hundred years later, the Heavens had not changed, nor had the dynasty been replaced.
"What in the world happened?"
Zheng Xiu muttered to himself.
「The next morning.」
First thing in the morning, Xiaotao knocked on his door to attend to him.
First, she dutifully helped Zheng Xiu change his clothes.
