She turned her head and looked at the man.
The man, without glancing away, said: "You shouldn't have exposed me."
...............
Inside the county government courtyard.
Jiang Shangli walked back into the courtyard, his head drooping like a wilting plant, his neck sagging meekly.
A servant hurriedly helped him remove his outer robe and said:
"County Magistrate, what happened to you..."
"Drained from handling big shots." Jiang Shangli sighed heavily.
He had just met with some important figures at Xique Pavilion, and the sheer pressure of their presence made him feel as though half his lifespan had been shaved off.
Their leader, newly appointed, appeared gentle and refined but wielded words like knives, cutting straight into the lifeblood of Shantong City with razor-sharp precision.
As for the rest, Jiang Shangli barely dared to glance at them. Yet, the woman guarded by the spies from Xique Pavilion, a Miss Donggong, left quite an impression on him.
