In the Guo Mansion, a series of sounds echoed as cups were knocked over.
"Dammit! They actually sent someone from above to inspect our Jiannan State. I knew it, I shouldn't have let him leave last night."
"Sigh! And you useless fools, now that it's come to this, can't any of you think of a decent plan?"
The several officials under him, like ostriches, didn't dare squeak a word and buried their heads even lower.
Finally, the Master gathered his courage to stand out and said anxiously, "Lord Guo, our people have already torn down the wanted posters and replaced them with a Recruitment Order."
"Now the public is full of grievances, do you want to go and calm them down?"
Upon hearing this, Guo Huaimu felt like his head was going to split open - just last month he had already conscripted four thousand strong men in aid of the Eighth Prince.
Then he swapped 800 of the local elite soldiers for 800 of the Eighth Prince's weak ones.
