Chen Changsheng had met this middle-aged woman several times, so they were not at all strangers.
He had thought many times about her identity, but he could never find any clues. He found her very enigmatic, but she was certainly some powerful figure of the Imperial Palace.
Tonight, storm clouds were approaching the capital, a drizzle already falling. With the middle-aged woman's status, it made no sense for her to appear here.
Chen Changsheng suddenly thought of a possibility, and his face became somewhat cold in the rain.
Perhaps she had come to kill him?
Fortunately, such an event did not occur, or else he would truly feel rather sad.
The middle-aged woman lightly pointed, just as she usually did, indicating that he should sit and drink tea.
Chen Changsheng exhaled.
This forest in the Hundred Herb Garden had a deep significance to him. This was the place in the capital where he was best able to calm his heart.
