Dismantling this formation would be easier and safer now, but it was still unknown how many would survive in the end.
...
Time flew by swiftly.
Seven days later.
Inside the Chen Mansion where the dense gloom had been swept away, warm sunlight filtered through the thick leaves, casting golden spots on the ground.
Inside the mansion, all the once-ailing plants were now lush and green. The garden was full of flowers of every color, presenting a harmonious and pleasant scene.
The sound of children's laughter echoed inside the mansion, bringing life and joy to this residence that had been quiet for more than a month.
In the courtyard, with a zither playing in the background, Chen Dengming sat with a teacup in his hand, smiling as he watched two nearly four-year-old children tumbling and playing.
His concubines sat upright by his side, their atmosphere unusually serious.
