A sense of familiarity-
Xiao Jinghong could not help feeling a little dazed, just as she had when she first met Chen Yi that day.
He had laughed heartily, holding up an earthworm as he turned to look back. "Look! It's this big!"
Bright sunlight had fallen just so across his slightly lean frame, leaving a deep impression on Xiao Jinghong.
When that figure overlapped with the man wearing the Black Iron Mask before her, Xiao Jinghong inwardly shook her head.
Chen Yi was Chen Yi, and Chen Yu was Chen Yu. They were different people.
Chen Yi liked peace and quiet.
Every day, he fished, drank tea, played chess, practiced calligraphy, and painted, like an elderly scholar living in seclusion in the mountains.
His life was like his calligraphy, free and natural, flowing like clouds and water.
If the life of someone like "Chen Yu" were mixed into it, Xiao Jinghong could hardly imagine how many troubles her husband would have.
He would certainly dislike that sort of life.
Xiao Jinghong did not linger. She returned to Mengshui Pass and fetched a map of the Barbarian Tribe's territory.
"The Tea Horse Road has been too chaotic recently. I need to have someone compile the information again."
Chen Yi smiled. "That's all right."
"I can spend a couple of days resting at Mengshui Pass. There's enough time."
Seeing him nod, Xiao Jinghong opened the map, pointed at the large area south of Shuzhou, and continued, "The Barbarian Tribe's territory is vast, far larger than our dynasty's Nine Provinces and Three Prefectures. It lies to our southwest."
"To the east, it borders the sea, facing Guangyue Prefecture across the water. To the northwest is the Poshushuo Kingdom, and to the west is the Western Buddhist Kingdom."
"However, Wula Mountain stands between