Having exhausted his performance for one day, Zhang Song climbed wearily into his carriage and had the driver make a leisurely way back to his estate.
When he reached the gates of the Prime Minister's residence, the Imperial Guard were already nowhere to be seen. They had likely scattered every last piece of the "family fortune" he had so carefully prepared, though at this point, he no longer cared.
Yet the moment he stepped down from the carriage, he saw the two estate stewards standing by the entrance, hesitating and stammering as if trying to find the words.
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