Faced with such a grim situation, Fang Yue showed not the slightest sign of panic.
This was not his concern. As the Director of the Observatory stationed in Gongzhou Prefecture, suppressing the rebellion was the responsibility of the Gongzhou Mansion Master and the local garrison.
It had absolutely nothing to do with him.
If the city were to fall, escaping with his power would not be difficult.
The night deepened, and the candlelight in the study flickered, as if it too could feel the tense atmosphere outside. Fang Yue remained seated at his desk, his gaze firm and profound. It was as if he could maintain his inner peace no matter how chaotic the world outside became.
Suddenly, a flurry of hurried footsteps shattered the study's tranquility. A messenger in a tight-fitting robe burst in, his face etched with anxiety.
"Lord Director, urgent intelligence!" the messenger said, gasping for breath as he handed over a sealed letter with both hands.
