Chen Jing finished his cultivation practice and noticed Zhou Yi engrossed in his book, so he decided not to disturb him.
After taking a few steps away with his bowl of porridge, he turned back to secure a couple of pickled vegetables into his sleeve, bowed, and left the courtyard.
From morning till evening, from dusk till dawn.
Zhou Yi sat in the courtyard reading history books, repeatedly going over the records from the end of the Fengyang era to the beginning of the Great Qian Dynasty. When encountering some familiar names, a myriad of emotions surged in him instantly.
Sometimes he reminisced, sometimes he laughed, and sometimes he sighed abruptly.
It wasn't until he flipped through an unofficial history book, which surprisingly recorded the tales of Oirans in the Capital, numbering over a hundred, that his interest perked up.