South Town Garrison Command.
Fu Yuanming sat on a large chair, listening to a report from his trusted subordinate.
"Chen Ping'an took up his post yesterday and was given the cold shoulder. I heard there was a bit of a commotion, but nothing major happened. Following your orders, Zhu Qirong tolerated it on the surface."
"After Pang Miao from the Dispatch Room returned, he spread the word about what happened. Now, quite a few people in the South Town Garrison Command know about it."
"..."
Fu Yuanming lightly tapped his fingers on the desk, not even lifting an eyelid.
"Any reaction from Mu Wanjun?"
"Nothing so far."
"What about the Inner Qi Tributors?"
"Nothing from them either."
"Mm, I see. You may go."
"Yes, Lord Fu."
After his trusted subordinate left the office, Fu Yuanming's fingers, which had been tapping the desk, slowly came to a halt.
'He's quite an impressive young man. No wonder Mu Wanjun took a liking to him.'
