The Imperial Chancellor stood outside his mansion, watching the general's chariot stop in front of him. He smiled wistfully.
Not everyone knew what madness was happening in the Shangjing press, but some seemed to understand.
The old general alighted from the chariot, leaning on his cane, and approached his old rival. He scrutinized the Mo family elder in his court robes and laughed, "It seems you know exactly why I'm here."
"Just like the Dragon Beating Stick in your hand knows what's on your mind." The Chancellor of this country said as he stepped aside to invite him in, "Would you like to come in for some tea? The tea leaves from the Qiantang mountains, picked before the rain."
