In the autumn of the thirteenth year of Kangping, Hami experienced another great harvest, with the aroma of fruits and grains filling the air.
Due to the rare peace over the past three years, people lived and worked happily, and the population reached a historical high.
The residence of Hong Sheng, the Commander of the Hami Guard.
"Young Master, good Young Master, please come down! If my sister finds out, she'll beat me to death!"
A boy dressed in a blue outfit, sturdy and honest-looking, tilted his head to look up at a tall laurel tree.
"Bai Yue, you're lying again! Last time you said Sister Linglong would hit you! Sister Linglong wouldn't lay a hand on you!"
On a sturdy branch of the laurel tree, sat a small child wearing a light purple robe.
The child appeared to be only three or four years old, with a bun-like hairstyle tied with a small sapphire blue scarf.
