Chapter 179: On the Fate of the Nation
A heavy rain poured down, and none were happier than the common people, yet some wept out loud in anguish. If only the rain had come sooner, perhaps they wouldn't have had to endure the scattering of their families.
It was raining, and as long as it continued for a few days without resulting in a flood, the drought could be resolved. Such thoughts were mostly harbored by the commoners, rejoicing in the rain, while those in high positions thought otherwise.
In a vermilion mansion, a man clad in a blue gown stood under the corridor, watching the curtain of rain falling from the eaves and heaved a sigh.
"Master, your wound has just healed, and the doctor said you still need to recuperate. This rain is heavy; be careful not to let the damp chill seep in." Yuan Ye, with a thin embroidered cloak of dark green with golden eagles spread out in his hand, flicked it to unfold, wanting to drape it over his master.