Wanyan Zhang opened his eyes after a long while, as if having made some decision, "Let the soldiers withdraw."
The steward acknowledged with a nod and retreated out.
Wanyan Zhang looked down and stared at the sachet in his hand for a moment, then suddenly extended his hand over the fire basin beside the bed.
As long as he let go, the sachet would fall into the charcoal basin.
Wanyan Zhang's hand lingered over the fire basin for a long time, but he eventually withdrew it in defeat.
The side gate of the Prince Mansion opened, and a galloping horse rushed out, heading towards the Zhaoti Temple with orders.
The steward came out and said to the vendors, "The Prince is considerate of you and has ordered the withdrawal of the soldiers guarding the Zhaoti Temple."
The vendors were surprised that their plea at the Prince Mansion truly worked, and each excitedly kowtowed on the ground, "Long live the Prince! Long live the Prince!"
"The Prince graces Da Jin with blessing!"
