Daqian Empire, the Eighth Year of Mingjing. August 28th.
The first light of dawn pierced through a thin, lingering mist.
Above the vast waters outside Yunze City, warships were arrayed in formation, their banners fluttering gently.
On the deck of the flagship, Chen Sheng stood with his hands clasped behind his back. The hem of his official robes swayed gently in the damp morning breeze.
My name is Chen Sheng. By the time you read this, I...
Gazing at the message from the Celestial Book of Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil, Chen Sheng's expression remained placid.
Everything was going according to his plan.
The news he had deliberately leaked had spread, becoming the catalyst that stirred the pot, just as he'd predicted.
Golden Spring Temple and Luoyun Manor couldn't hold back. They brazenly entered the fray, clashing directly with the Government Office.
For him, this was an excellent move that killed several birds with one stone.
