The reeds sprouted, the slender green leaves gradually growing, deepening and flattening, with May approaching, the climate gradually warming, forming green walls along both banks of the river.
"I won't be coming next month. It's just the right time for you to get the Fishing Tax Office to handle the follow-up work. Why are you looking at me? I've exceeded the task anyway, and by the end of June, it will just be slightly later than planned!" Liang Qu pinched his thumb and forefinger.
Sinan retracted his gaze: "Understood, King Huai, rest assured and leave."
"Very good, very good indeed, no wonder you are Hebo's capable hand! I knew you could handle such matters, I'll bring you some Pingyang specialties when I return. Let's go, Crimson Mountain, we're heading back to Pingyang."
Red clouds filled the sky, dissipating without a trace.
"Whew..."
Seeing off King Huai, Sinan took a deep breath, holding it in for a long time before releasing it.
At the same time.
