"Minister Xiang, can Xie Zhao really not stay?" Hu Hua felt a bit distressed.
Although he didn’t pay much attention to Xie Zhao, a mere servant, this man was resilient and skillful, a good blade. If he could bear losing him, it would be surprising.
Xiang City squinted: "Just a servant, but if he can drive a wedge between Chu Heng and the Emperor, all the better. Don’t forget, the Cavalry Battalion issue was raised by Chu Heng. If he didn’t have a fallback plan, would you believe me even if I said this?"
"... No, I wouldn’t." Although Hu Hua had enmity with Chu Heng, he knew Chu Heng’s abilities were indeed exceptional.
"Alright, keep an eye on this matter and don’t mess it up." Xiang City took a sip of tea, his eyes cold as he blew lightly: "Since Chu Heng uses emotions as a bargaining chip to gain trust from the above, then we’ll turn him into a cold-hearted person afterward. Can the one above tolerate his power growing anymore, with rewards having no effect?"
Xiang City shivered.
But thinking about the day when Chu Heng might be rejected by the one above, immense joy welled up inside him.
From start to finish, another person sitting at the table in the room didn’t speak.
In the deserted house in South City.
A gust of wind blew.
It seemed like there was an unusual scent in the air.
"Lord Chu... thank you, thank you for giving me this opportunity."
"This is something you earned yourself, no need to thank me."
"Since that’s the case, Lord Chu, these women are my gift to you as a token of gratitude." Xie Zhao’s voice came from inside.
After a while, strange noises erupted, acpanied by angry shouts.
The spy waiting anxiously outside was eager to rush in.
He saw Xie Zhao covering his face, blood stains at the corners of his mouth, swiftly walking out, his face full of hostility: "Send the people in, I’ve already drugged them."
"Yes!" The spy was extremely agitated.
Hurriedly, he led a decent family woman inside, while inside the house, the remaining ones visibly courtesans, were knocked out by the force of martial arts.
The spy frowned slightly and rushed to send these women out.
Not long after, ambiguous sounds started echoing inside the house as the spy went into the courtyard and patted Xie Zhao’s shoulder, "Xie Zhao, you did well this time. The Lord said you’ll be sent to see your sister soon, so e with us now."
Xie Zhao was emotionally charged: "Great, I’ll go now, please lead the way."
"By the way, here’s your slave document, the Lord returned it to you too. He’s generous, right?"
Xie Zhao quickly took the contract, nodded, returning to his usual lethargic demeanor: "Let’s go, lead the way."
"Don’t be in such a rush." The spy muttered quietly.
Leading him, intending to leave through the back door.
But just upon reaching the back door, he sensed something amiss.
Quietly peering through the door crack, he surprisingly saw a group of people standing outside.
And the one leading them was none other than Yan Zhenming from the official newspaper.
"Why have you e to the back door? Wasn’t it agreed to enter through the front?" The spy muttered under his breath.
Just as he hesitated about whether to hide.
Outside the door, Yan Zhenming along with a few guards kicked open the back door, acpanied by a flamboyantly dressed middle-aged woman urgently prompting him: "Minister Yan, hurry, quite a few girls from my place haven’t returned, and the one who did has been unconscious since last night and still hasn’t woken up. Who knows which thief took them, even courtesans have rights."
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