His gaze shifted to Xihe.
Xihe had just concluded the Magpie Bridge Gathering. Though it was already early winter, it still possessed a charm unseen in years past.
On the Xihe River, couples who had met at the Magpie Bridge Gathering and were gradually falling deeper in love drifted in boats.
Beside the Xihe River, scholars gathered.
Within Xihe City, smiles still lingered on the faces of the human race.
With the implementation of the Xihe Decree, the human race had only just awakened to the realization that they were their own masters, welcoming each day amid an opportunity in life that came all too rarely.
Yet at the Prefect's Mansion, He Paiyun's face was dark as he stared at an official kneeling before him and roared in a deep voice, "The Xihe Decree protects the people of Xihe. You have seen it yourself—over these four months since the decree was issued, its results have been outstanding. What? Because Lin Su is guilty, the common people should suffer calamity as well?"
"My lord, this subordinate would never dare say such a thing. But my lord, the officialdom of Xihe has truly changed. If this subordinate truly kills those two Heavenly Race disciples, they would actually dare to wipe out this subordinate's prefectural yamen. If it really comes to that, what will you do, my lord? This subordinate is truly thinking for your sake, and for the three hundred million people of Xihe..."
He Paiyun slammed a palm heavily against the railing, his hair flying wildly in the wind.
This was Xihe's greatest difficulty at present.
Back then, under Lin Su's iron-fisted crackdown, the various foreign races had not dared make any rash moves.
The Xihe Decree was smoothly implemented, and order returned across the land of Xihe.
Officials enforced discipline