The sky had not yet brightened, the east was a gray haze; it seemed today would be cloudy.
After autumn set in, Shengdu suddenly cooled down. Although it wasn't a bad thing, for the people of Shengdu who were accustomed to the autumn heat, it felt strangely unsettling.
The army was departing today, and with such weather, it didn't seem like a good omen.
Many thought pessimistically.
In a rundown alley of Shengdu's outer city, Li Shen had not slept all night.
He sat in a daze with open eyes, holding a nearly worn-down iron plaque in his hand. It wasn't until he heard the sounds of stirring from the room next door that he put the plaque away, lifted the curtain, and headed to the kitchen.
He made a pot of millet porridge for Li Mother, steamed a few white flour buns, and boiled two chicken eggs.
