In a house on the outskirts of the city, tucked in a secluded area, a man was holding his long white sleeves while he crushed the ink. It was grounded perfectly on the slab so, when he dipped the calligraphy brush, the ink had a good streak to it. The birds chirped outside and a light breeze wafted in from the gardens, carrying a pleasant floral smell.
The man was in a very good mood today, especially when he discovered that his father was going to have a thorough talk with Elder Yang. He did not realize it yesterday, but, as he now sat in a secluded, peaceful area, his brain was finally able to think properly.
Zhao Lifei was Yang Feng's weakness. His sole weakness, might he add. It would be the lovers' greatest downfall, for it would not take long for Elder Yang to be notified of this news. And when it does happen, she will come tumbling down, literally.
