1. In late spring, Jinling City was soaked in continuous rain. The new leaves of the plane trees lining Zhuque Avenue were washed bright and glistened, so green they seemed to drip with moisture. In the study of the Su residence, the fragrance of sandalwood wafted through the windowpanes. Mei Changsu sat at his desk, elbows propped up, watching the still-wet characters on the Xuan paper being lifted at the edges by the draft. His fingertips unconsciously traced the crackled rim of the inkstone. "Sect Leader, the account books sent by the Ministry of Revenue have been checked." Fei Liu entered carrying a stack of blue cloth-bound books. He paused on the threshold, and seeing that Mei Changsu didn't look up, he gently stacked the account books on the corner of the desk. His nose twitched, and suddenly...