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Sikong Cuo stretched lazily and looked up at the large, bright moon.
The moonlight was lovely.
He recalled a Confucian Savant’s story about the moon reflecting on a thousand rivers, indicating that all those countless reflections were, in the end, the same moon.
Jinling Prefecture was bordered by two rivers and a lake, so who knew how many moons it held?
At that moment, a subordinate arrived to report that the goods had arrived.
Sikong Cuo acknowledged briefly and instructed his subordinate to light the lamps before striding outside.
This place was a secluded large courtyard, technically within the boundaries of the slum. However, unlike the rest of the slums, the roads here were broad enough to accommodate convoys of carriages.
Outside the courtyard was a convoy of about 20 carriages, stretching beyond view. Each was a two-horse, four-wheel carriage tightly covered with tarpaulins. The road here was mostly compacted dirt rather than the old city's stone-paved streets, so each carriage left tracks of varying depths, indicating...
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