Peace Order

"Aunt, look, who’s back?"

Murong Qiushui’s zither sound faltered, her palm pressing on the strings, she slowly lifted her head to see the old man behind Li Guanyi, and her body trembled slightly.

Throughout Li Guanyi’s childhood, the always strong and carefree aunt seemed, at this moment, to have become a child, throwing herself into the old man’s arms, crying loudly, while the sword madman, who roamed the world with contempt for everything, let out a long sigh.

He reached out his hand to gently stroke Murong Qiushui’s hair, saying, "Not leaving."

"Not leaving."

"From now on, Grandpa will always be here with you, alright?"

Murong Qiushui just cried loudly.

Li Guanyi quietly waited beside them, the wind in Jiangnan remained unchanged, the world evolving with turbulent currents, each following their own strategic path, while Chen Country and Ying Country were caught in conflicts, Jiangnan alone developed peacefully.

Soon spring arrived in March, and the people had already begun spring plowing.

The noble families discovered that their opponents were no longer Pang Shuiyun, steady but not ruthless enough; no longer Yuan Zhi, renowned yet overly rigid; nor Yan Daiqing, who previously managed all internal affairs of the Qilin Army.

Their opponent was merely a simple, unremarkable young scholar with no deep background, smiling and seemingly easy to overlook, named Wen He.

He seemed just too easy to bully.