After Xiao Jinghong left, Spring Lotus Garden seemed to return to its initial tranquility.
But that was only how it seemed.
That afternoon, despite the growing rain, Duke Qian, Zhang Xuan, and Sun Fu still arrived in the downpour.
They set up a chessboard in the pavilion, one taking the black stones and the other the white, and began playing as if no one else was there.
Seeing that the two were determined not to leave, Chen Yi had no choice but to instruct Xiaodie to fetch some ginger slices to brew tea. He didn't want these two gentlemen to catch a cold in the rainy weather.
Once the arrangements were made, Chen Yi went back to reading his medical book, the reclining chair beneath him rocking gently, completely unaffected by the presence of Duke Qian and Mr. Sun the Elder beside him.
The two old men, each with their own ulterior motives, exchanged glances while they played.
Zhang Xuan frantically signaled with his eyes. 'The calligraphy, you son of a bitch! The calligraphy!'
