No more words were exchanged that night. The next morning, Chen Xiaolian woke up from the bed.
Normally, since his good bro Arslan had come to visit from afar, there was a need to accompany him around Nanjing.
However, this was not Arslan’s first time in the city. Back when he was staying here for one whole year, he had already visited many of the places within the historical capital city. They had even climbed up the city wall of Nanjing in the middle of the night to drink.
During that night when they were drinking above the wall, the three of them joked around after having had their fill of wine. Roddy had pointed at the wall they were sitting on and laughed as he said, “This was the capital city built by the first Ming Emperor, the one who had chased your Mongolian ancestors out from the Central Plains. Now, you are sitting on the wall that he built. How does it feel?”
