When Decius stood outside the door of his lobbyist friend, he kept feeling that something was off. He had no idea how things had come to this.
Clearly, he had merely taken on an easy, cushy job that required little effort—he only had to lie still to earn His Majesty's favor. Yet now he was searching the entire city with Zhang Heng for someone with a red birthmark. But as Zhang Heng had said, things had come to this, and he could only do his best to find the mastermind behind it. Otherwise, if Commodus became angry, not only would he lose his job, but it might also affect His Majesty's trust in his family.
Unlike Decius, who was tense and uneasy, Zhang Heng beside him looked relaxed from beginning to end. He even had the leisure to observe the tenants coming and going through the corridor.
Decius did not quite understand Zhang Heng's situation. Had the bronze statue not been delivered on schedule, yet as an adviser Zhang Heng bore no responsibility at all? Or had Zhang Heng already prepared to shove all the blame onto him? If that was the case, then Decius was truly pitiful.
With those uneasy thoughts in mind, Decius knocked on his lobbyist friend's door.
The latter had been taking an afternoon nap. Startled awake by the knocking, he climbed out of bed, fumbled into his clothes for a while, and made the floorboards creak beneath his feet. Then he hurriedly opened the door and poked his head out.
"It's you. Aren't you busy with the bronze statue? How do you have time to come all the way here?" Decius's lobbyist friend was somewhat surprised to see who stood outside.
"We've run into a bit of trouble and need your help." As Decius spoke,