[Su Haoming: @Fan Xian, according to the script, we should have a part to play in this coup, right?]
[Fan Xian: Of course!]
[Fan Xian: But you came a step too late. Old Yun already snatched the role with the most scenes...]
[Su Haoming: Huh?!]
[Su Haoming: @Yun Ye, come out and explain yourself!]
[Yun Ye: I'm about to fight. I don't have time to chat with you!]
After sending that message, Yun Ye, who had long since arrived in the world of Joy of Life, withdrew his gaze and turned it toward the Jiangnan water town before him.
It was now early spring. Jiangnan's spring rain drifted down from the heavens in a fine, steady drizzle, like a hazy veil shrouding the entire tranquil city.
Had this been the northern Capital, there would certainly have been far fewer pedestrians on the streets during such a rainy season.
But Jiangnan was different from the north. Its climate was humid year-round, and the spring rain was as soft as silk rather than harsh, so the streets were far from deserted.
At the riverside docks, many local residents held paper umbrellas or wore straw rain capes, going about their usual livelihoods.
In the teahouses lining the streets, well-dressed gentry and wealthy merchants drank tea and composed poetry as usual, affecting refinement while admiring the fresh and elegant river scenery amid the spring rain.
Near a second-floor windowsill, two young men dressed as scholars sat beside a tea table.
They appeared to be chatting and laughing, but in truth, they had been watching the docks below from the corners of their eyes.
There was no doubt that these two were far more than mere scholars.
They were agents of the Fourth Bureau of the Supervision Yuan, responsible for monitoring officials in all provincial