With the New Year approaching, officials everywhere had already taken their holidays, and the governor-general could have taken his ease as well.
But for Fang Yun, while his time for handling government affairs had vanished, he had gained more time to read and cultivate.
Moreover, preparations for his journey to the Ten Cold Ancient Land were proceeding to the urgent beat of drums and gongs.
Since arriving on the Saint Origin Continent, this was the first peaceful, trouble-free New Year Fang Yun had spent.
During the holiday, Fang Yun spent almost all his daylight hours with Yang Yuhuan. Only at night, after she had gone to sleep, did he resume reading and cultivating.
On the fourth day of the New Year, Fang Yun returned to his usual routine. After meals, he browsed the Discourse Ranking or the latest reports on public sentiment, then entered his study to read and cultivate, concentrating on the Classics of the Sages. Though he could already recite them backward, every close reading still yielded something new.
After lunch, Fang Yun wrote a Classic Interpretation essay and a policy essay, then sent their contents by message to Grand Academicians or Great Scholars he was friendly with, asking for their guidance.
Even while resting, Fang Yun was never truly idle. He painted, played the zither, or played rapid games of chess against himself.
He continued reading before dinner. After dinner, he began writing articles or books. The History of the Ancient Demons was no ordinary history book; his Literary Qi often ran dry midway through writing, forcing him to pause and read the Classics of the Sages to replenish it.
At midnight, when all sounds had fallen silent, Fang Yun sent his consciousness into his Literary Palace and practiced War Poetry and the Lip Spear and Tongue