Imperial City, Tingming Pavilion.
The office was furnished with simple but grandeur and was very quiet.
Two massive Star Dragon red flags hung naturally down on either side of the bookcases, and a few robust bonsais were the office's rare decorations.
Wu Tianyan was still wearing his Zhongshan suit, sitting at the redwood desk, seriously correcting documents.
Although the network of this era was as developed as ever, important documents were still on paper to prevent leaking of information.
Next to the office desk, on a root-carved wooden rack, squatted a sky-blue bird.
It huddled lazily, seemingly at rest.
After a long while, Wu Tianyan removed his reading glasses, leaned back in his office chair, and rubbed his sore eyes.
He reached for the porcelain tea mug beside the documents when a rhythmically slow knock on the door rang out.
After covering the tea mug, Wu Tianyan straightened his back and said unhurriedly, "Come in."
Secretary Sun peeked through a crack in the door.
