The soldiers of the Daliang Dynasty were about to return home.
It was always a glorious thing to return to the country after winning the war. Those families who had people in the army were naturally proud.
The people of Long Ye were out and about, celebrating the victory and waiting for the return of the victorious army.
Compared to the streets, the palace was quiet and almost desolate.
Luo Tan sat in the courtyard. The rare warm sun in autumn warmed her body. Jingzhe and Gu Yu were taking the books out to dry them.
Luo Tan smiled with emotions. "In the past, when she was in Spring City, she always took out books to dry. The books won't go bad. What's there to dry? I didn't expect that now, I'll take the initiative to do these things for her."
The green-robed man standing beside her did not speak.
