In the human world, it was already May.
When I left Beijing that day, it was just early spring. Now, it had already become midsummer.
Truly, time flows like a river.
Lin Xiaosu's figure transformed into flowing water, almost appearing in the Marquis Mansion with just a turn.
His figure settled, and Xiao Hong caught sight of him, letting out a gasp.
The steward quickly approached and knelt: "My lord... My lord, you have not returned for months, major events have occurred frequently in Beijing, this old servant was at a loss, my lord, you have finally returned..."
The voice choked with emotion.
"Speak, what major events?" Lin Xiaosu asked.
"My lord is unaware?"
"During these days, I have been outside the mundane world, knowing nothing of worldly affairs. Please tell me..."
The steward accompanied him to the backyard, recounting the major events along the way.
