With his grand financial plan finally settled, Zeng Anmin's mood naturally brightened considerably. He could continue his sweet dream of wandering about with falcons and hounds.
"Dachun! Let's head back!"
"Right away!"
Before leaving, Zeng Anmin could still faintly hear the heated discussion from the private room next door:
"When I reach the mountain's summit, I become the peak... Sigh, this poem... The determination and confidence to reach the pinnacle reveal such a bold and unbridled spirit..."
"I am in awe."
"Our Liangjiang Commandery is known as the literary capital of Jiangnan, yet there hasn't been a masterpiece comparable to this in the past five years."
"The words are incredibly simple, but the imagery within the poem is truly admirable."
"Princess Wencheng of the Jiang Country is amazing!"
"..."
Zeng Anmin didn't linger. Taking Dachun with him, he made his way home without a hitch.
The Governor's Mansion.
