"Good morning, Old Meng."
At the foot of the Observing Stars Tower, as soon as Meng Sheng stepped down, he saw two familiar faces at the breakfast stall at the entrance. The weather in Jiangnan during March wasn't really cold, but at this moment Meng Sheng felt a chill throughout his body.
Meng Sheng didn't speak, but silently took a seat and ordered a bowl of the sweet tofu pudding and fried dough that he often ate.
It was just dawn, and there weren't many people on the street. Lyuzhou City was lively at night, especially around the Observing Stars Tower. Many of them were military households who had idle days and gradually developed nocturnal habits. Many wouldn't wake up till noon, so those up at this hour were only the Gate God's Guards changing shifts.
Meng Sheng knew that a few old acquaintances were watching something, planning a rebellion. Taking advantage of the changing of the guard would make the task much easier.
