Prince Min Mansion.
Mr. Ning looked at the ordinary-looking man before him, whose eyes were sharp, feeling somewhat emotional, as everyone thought he wouldn't make it.
"So you hid under Mr. Song's carriage to enter the city, then used the identity of that night soil collector Old Ding to sneak in?" The attendant Zhang Zhi looked at the companion in front of him, Tong Qian, who was wearing a shabby and patched old garment, as if he could vaguely smell a stench.
Tong Qian glanced at him: "The Prince Mansion is still surrounded, being able to come in and see you is a great fortune."
If not for that man named Song, there would have been countless interrogations.
Zhang Zhi wanted to say something more, but Mr. Ning waved his hand and said, "Now is not the time to dwell on this."
Zhang Zhi immediately straightened his posture solemnly.
"How is the situation outside?" Mr. Ning asked Tong Qian.
