In the Capital, the Prime Minister's estate.
Prime Minister Fan stood by the study window, holding a confidential report, his brows tightly knitted. Outside the window, a spring drizzle fell softly, and the crisp dripping of water from the eaves failed to dispel the gloom in his heart.
"Bazhou... could it really be so stable?" he muttered to himself, his fingertips lightly brushing against the report.
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