Thinking Bitterly By The Courtyard

The sky darkened quickly, but it did not rain. Fan Xian's expression was heavy. He half-leaned against the carriage window. He watched the mountain paths and well-preserved hills and wild forests on the outskirts of the capital. He was silent and did not speak for a long time.

The black carriage moved along the smooth but rising stone paths and shifted onto the official road, leaving behind the boundaries of Chen Garden. Fan Xian's expression did not relax. The Overwatch Council officials around him looked at the face by the window, which was still handsome but particularly cold. A mysterious chill rose in their hearts. They didn't know what happened in Chen Garden, what the old Director and Commissioner discussed, or why the Commissioner's expression was so stern.