At that very same night, in the Prime Minister's manor which was situated in Great Zhao, Diwu Qingrou sent out all of his servants. He was dressed in a white robe stood along in the middle of a pavilion with his hands clasped behind his back. He stared into the dark night sky and stood silent without moving for a long time.
Autumn was extremely chilly! The wind gently wisped through the sky, the sadness of separation was constantly aching in his heart.
Diwu Qingrou continued to stand at the same position.
After a long time, he sighed in the darkness of the quiet night. Diwu Qingrou quietly asked, "Brother, have you already left?"
The wind continued to wail, but there was no response.
Diwu Qingrou slowly turned around. Behind him was an intricately carved table of ordinary wood, but all of its corners were worn down as it was made a few decades ago. On the table were six food dishes and a wine jug laid out.
