Within the private room of a tavern, a group of disconsolate people, indulging in wishful thinking, shouted slogans and raised their glasses in unison, toasting to a victory they believed was imminent.
They were unaware that their grand scheme had long been thoroughly exposed, nor did they know that their supposed secret meeting had fallen completely under the watch of some who acted in accordance with the Emperor's will.
Time thus swept past for more than a month.
During this month, those filled with discontent busily scampered about, wishing to change the heavens of Northern Zhou once more. As for the side which was to be subverted, Feng Jiwu remained quiet, indifferently watching these people create turmoil.
There was also a minor incident that occurred during this month.
