It was raining in Chaoge City too.
Spring rain was common, and so was this turn of phrase.
But this was the first rain of spring, and many people knew what it meant had happened.
The Divine Emperor and Consort Hu stood before the hall, watching the pattering spring rain. With a touch of feeling, he said, "Everyone has to leave in the end."
Consort Hu looked a little worried. "Will things be all right?"
The Divine Emperor said, "While I live, the Zhongzhou Sect will not dare do much. After I die, the Green Mountain Sect will naturally have to intervene, but you must prepare yourself for a few hard years."
Consort Hu protested, "May Your Majesty live ten thousand years. Why say such a thing?"
The quiet room in the Water-Moon Convent was as quiet as ever.
Guo Dong was still sleeping. Threads rose with the wind; some drifted out the window, were soaked by the rain, and fell.
The window was round, and so was the lake it faced. Many trees along the shore had been cut down, and some had grown back over the years, leaving it looking rather untidy.
Across the lake stood a small, isolated courtyard, sealed by the Water-Moon Convent's formation so that no one could enter or leave.
Jing Xin lived there.
He had been driven out of Chaoge City and could not enter the Fruitful Accomplishment Temple, so in the end he could only come to the Water-Moon Convent.
Even a former prince was still a prince. Having to live in a nunnery was deeply humiliating, however one looked at it.
Yet no anger or venom showed on his face. Even his eyes were as calm as the lake.
Spring rain fell on the lake, stirring faint ripples.