The Willow Lodge was Hanqiu City's finest inn. It was adjacent to the most beautiful lake within the city and was surrounded by a forest of ancient willows. It was a most beautiful and secluded place in the spring and summer, but in midwinter, when the lake was frozen and the willows were bare, one might feel rather somber and mournful when looking out the window and viewing the scenery under the starlight.
Hanqiu City at night was incredibly tranquil, so quiet it almost seemed like a graveyard. Wang Po was still in the south and had not returned to Tianliang County, but in the view of the Zhu clan, many changes in the world happened very abruptly, catching people somewhat unprepared, just like their current hard-pressed state.
Nanke's voice roused Chen Changsheng from his thoughts. He turned around and sat on the bed.
Nanke took off his shoes and then placed his feet in a basin. Lowering her head, she began to very seriously wash them.
