Following few days.
Zhou Yi strolled leisurely through the Capital, savoring the mundane joys of life.
Perhaps influenced by nostalgia, the various cakes and snacks were far from as delicious as in the old days, with the only exception being the Spring Breeze Building.
"So many nobles have perished over the past century, yet you stand tall and unyielding. Indeed, you are deeply rooted!"
The end of the year came, and it was time to select the Oiran, causing Zhou Yi to linger and forget to leave.
The spies who secretly followed him reported back that the prominent families in the Capital were no longer interested in Zhou Yi, writing him off as a wastrel cloaked in his ancestors' glory, unlikely to amount to anything in the future.
Rumor had it that Mr. Zhou was a regular patron of the Spring Breeze Building; thus, it must be his descendants.
