Walking in the snow, Yan Zhenqing suddenly realized the fact that he had no place to go.
Like the old man, that home was no longer his; the Yan family's pavilions and towers had nothing to do with him.
Thinking of this, he eventually walked into a 24-hour bookstore.
Finding a corner, he took a book and sat down.
"Mr. Yan came from the west today, must have gone to the East Wing of the Imperial Palace for a meal." The bookstore owner was an old elf, though in the Western Lands this is called sharp-eared demon, also known as sharp-eared elf in the Eastern Land.
"Yes, had a meal." The old elf in front of him was also a member of the Sword Alliance, so there was nothing to worry about.
"That's great, I'd also like to go and have a big bowl of wide noodles made by the Empress." The old elf said with a smile.
"Look at you, so pleased." Yan Zhenqing rolled his eyes: "Tonight, I had Qiantang Cuisine from New Hangzhou, the sweet and sour pork tenderloin was absolutely delicious."
