The cold wind was howling outside, but inside the flower house, it was like spring.
The red clay stove beside the table was brewing some fine tea, filling the flower house with its fragrance.
"Hey Old Man Mu, did Xingfeng not return to the Imperial City after completing his mission this time?" Old Mr. Lin moved his cannon piece and asked, looking up.
Last time, Mu Xingfeng was called away for an urgent mission during his vacation, and it seemed like his holiday was still not over.
"Return? His wife has started school. How could he return to the Imperial City to be with us?" Old Mr. Mu said without lifting his head, focused on the chessboard.
