In the pavilion, Li Si, He Siping, and Li Ang sat beside the stone table, sipping tea.
In the court and public opinion, Li Si was regarded as an excellent prince—benevolent, tolerant, and empathetic to the people's sentiments. To the common people, not disturbing their lives and not allowing his subordinates to act recklessly were already qualifications enough.
However, one thing not mentioned in his public image was that Li Si was a complete chatterbox.
"Risheng, do you also like drinking Qujiang thin slices? Qujiang is a good place. Though I've never been there, I had a teacher from Qujiang in Tan State. He told me it's often cloudy, rainy, and foggy there. It's common to see the sun shining brightly high in the sky while the mountaintops are wreathed in churning mist and a fine rain falls below. Indoors, everything is dim. This creates a peculiar sight, especially every spring when clothes tend to get moldy..."
