He Lianfang's house welcomed a new guest tonight.
Ever since He Lianfang agreed to support Zhao Yao, the emperor's surveillance on him wasn't as strict as before. Now, the emperor turned a blind eye to many things that He Lianfang did.
In the study, the two sat by the window, playing chess by the bright moonlight and candlelight.
Outside the window, the garden occasionally echoed with the sounds of cicadas and frogs, creating a lively atmosphere.
Sitting across from He Lianfang was a man with a full beard and disheveled hair. He looked somewhat weathered, but his eyes were sharp and bright.
The man's posture was very indecorous, with bare feet, sitting cross-legged on the chair. He played chess with his right hand and scratched his foot with his left.
"It's really cool and comfortable here," the man glanced at a basin of ice placed not far away, which made the sultry room considerably cooler.
