Jiang Wang vaguely felt that there was a great mystery hidden within this matter.
Anything involving secrets was sure to be no good, and often something his small stature could not bear.
Heaven pity him; today he just wanted to have a drink!
He peeled an iron berry and swallowed it. Then he said, "If I should know, Marshal Cao will tell me."
"The long-lost formation from thirty-three years ago in Chang Luo might have something to do with True Monarch Xuehe..." Yu Liyang turned his head and looked at the still verdant Fragrant Snow Osmanthus beside the stone table, speaking casually, "Whenever you find out the inside story, feel free to let me know, as I'm quite curious too."
Without waiting for Jiang Wang to respond, he asked, "What is it like here when it blooms?"
"Like falling snow," Jiang Wang answered.
Yu Liyang then sighed, "Today we should accompany our drinks with osmanthus flowers!"
With a gentle wave of his robe sleeve.
