At this point, Chen Yi had no choice but to trust her this one time.
After a few words of instruction, he had Zhang Dabao drive him to the Imprisonment Department on South Street.
He sat upright in the carriage and took off the black iron mask, a smile touching his lips as he watched the light rain outside.
'This move—knocking on the mountain to scare the tiger—I hope Lord Liu is satisfied...'
...
「An hour later.」
Fang Hongxiu received a letter and hurriedly led her people to a residence in Pingyao Lane in the East Market.
She looked at the unconscious Martial Artists inside and the dead barbarian slave in the secluded room, a thoughtful expression on her face.
She then summoned an Imprisonment Officer and asked, "Did you get a clear look at the person who delivered the letter?"
The Imprisonment Officer shook his head. "Forgive me, Lord Hundred Households. I only saw the letter, not who delivered it."
Fang Hongxiu was a little disappointed.
