Jianghuai Zeye, Yixing Town.
Boats crisscrossed, water birds darted to and fro, and the feverish clop of horse hooves kicked up falling leaves, causing the young lads of the fisher's stockade to straighten their backs and look up.
"Great news! Great news..."
On Qing Stone Street, a dark steed sped past, and the Teal Cavalry whipped their horses, proclaiming the joyous news.
No sooner had a moment passed than at the end of the long street, Chen Zhao'an led the villagers to converge in a circle.
The Teal Cavalry, not irritated, knew the villagers would inquire about the news, reined in the horse to stop.
"Elder Chen!"
"Official Zhang!" Chen Zhao'an, surrounded by the crowd, stepped forward swiftly, asking what the villagers most cared about, "The Lord Xingyi you spoke of, could it be our Yixing Town's Lord Liang?"