Twenty-three years ago, the Yuxian Garden had long become desolate, only bare trees and hard cold snow in the bitter cold. Li Xizhou sat on a stone bench cleaned by a young boy, frowning at the old maps from many years ago, searching for the ancient channels long filled with decayed branches and dirt.
After a moment, he approached, still frowning, to ask her about the lines on the map.
"You've held this page upside down," Li Xizhou glanced. "Is there any meaning in what you're searching for?"
"Hmm," Pei Ye turned it over and walked away. "Of course there is. You don't remember, but I've been thinking about this. This is a case assigned to Pei Yanjian, and I have to solve it."
"Oh?"
"Isn't this a major development? Think about it: back then, Yu Sicheng pushed for the construction of the Yuxian Garden, which linked Jingchi's waterways with the Taiye. As you know, the Mirage Realm can only extend underwater," Pei Ye said.
"..."
