East Suburb Kangzhuang Lane, two soft sedan chairs were parked at the entrance of the alley.
One black and one blue, both very simple in appearance, with no decorations or patterns.
A few guards stood with hands at their sides, their breaths restrained, eyes vigilantly surveying the surroundings.
Inside the black sedan, two figures sat facing each other.
One of them had slightly white hair and beard, but was full of spirit; he was precisely the Prime Minister, Zhuang Jingming.
The other person wore an embroidered robe, a square face with strong features; it was none other than the Minister of War, Yin Zhao.
In between them was a small sandalwood table, with a secret compartment holding a red clay mini stove, on which sat a purple clay teapot. The lid trembled slightly, and a light mist of steam rose.
"This stove not only provides warmth and boils tea, but also doesn't produce a trace of smoke. Mr. Yin truly has a clever mind," Zhuang Jingming said with a smile.
