The commotion and probing brought by Gao Jinzhong were like a stone tossed into a deep pool, stirring up only fleeting ripples before being swiftly swallowed by the inherently stern and ruthless rhythm of Canglang City, heavy with the scent of rust and biting wind.
The imperial envoy’s retinue was "properly" accommodated in an independent, luxurious courtyard on the west side of the yamen. The surroundings appeared calm on the surface, but in reality, they were swarming with invisible eyes.
The sphere of movement for the Guards of the Brocade Uniform was tacitly restricted, and Gao Jinzhong himself shut his doors under the pretext of having "mildly caught a cold," evidently deeply shaken by Qin Lie’s parting words.
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