Even just catching a whiff of the fragrance was enough to make life in Kyoto full of zest and flavor, but if one wanted to make a name for oneself and gain more, one had to give more. If your own abilities were insufficient, you'd need the support of your family.
However... Li Ming didn't consider himself to be that kind of person.
"Three years."
After sending away Xu Jin, the master who had passed on his knowledge and left his home, Li Ming looked up at the sky, let out a sigh, and returned to his studies at home.
What he studied wasn't just books; he also meticulously perused newspapers sent from Kyoto, especially those relating to the strategies of the 'Great Qian Empire', pondering over the Emperor's mindset and speculating about his intentions.
