Fengri City, Xuanqing Guard Thousand Households Station.
Shen Hao had just returned to the Public Office after lunch in the dining hall, and before he could sit down, the gatekeeper came to report that Wang Jian had arrived.
"Let him in."
A moment later, Wang Jian strode in, declined the tea the gatekeeper offered, closed the door behind him, and leaned in two steps to speak in a suppressed, excited voice, "Sir, we've found him!"
"Sit down and tell me." Shen Hao paused with his tea cup, then smiled and pointed to a chair, telling Wang Jian not to rush.
Wang Jian didn't stand on ceremony; he sat half on the chair, still leaning forward, eyes shining with excitement, "Sir, just last night, the people I placed near the Imperial City sent word back—they spotted someone from the portrait!"
