Lin Yuan looked out the window.
A gust of wind blew down the Cinnabar Sweet Osmanthus flowers, which cascaded to the ground.
As he gazed at the carpet of red flowers, Lin Yuan murmured, "Zheng family and Miao family… It looks like the wind is really kicking up."
While the gust of wind danced in the air, something was happening inside a mansion in the Royal Capital.
Seven or eight masked attendants in black attire were reporting to an extremely rotund elderly man.
"Butler Fu, one of us went to spy on the Listening Heron Chamber of Commerce yesterday night. As of noon today, he has yet to return. A few of us would like to go to the Listening Heron Chamber of Commerce to take a look!"
