Chang'an, Duke of Jin Manor.
As soon as Yaoshi Yuan returned, she heard gongs and drums booming outside.
There was no one in her courtyard besides Shi Dong and Wu Qiu. When they saw her return, both servants let out a sigh of relief. Wu Qiu smiled bitterly. "Young Miss, if you didn't come back soon, I wouldn't have known what to do."
"What happened?"
"Just now, Duke of Yan, Duke of Tang, Duke of Wu, many generals, and even people from the palace came. They're all waiting in the Front Hall. Without your orders, we didn't dare drive them away."
"Why did they come to visit so late?" Yaoshi Yuan's heart jolted. She thought she had let something slip.
"We don't know the details either, but they all said that only you could mediate this matter, Young Miss," Wu Qiu said.
So that's what it was. Yaoshi Yuan suddenly understood.
Chang'an Military Mansion had lost the Dragon-Locking Bodhisattva's treasure and failed to catch the thief. Someone would definitely have to bear the Dragon-Locking Bodhisattva's wrath—and that person couldn't be of low rank. Otherwise, if the Dragon-Locking Bodhisattva killed one or two people, that would already count as great mercy. The real fear was that, in her anger, she might implicate every high-ranking official.
The main city was safe, but if a Foundation Establishment True Person wanted to kill someone, did you really dare to stand there with your neck stiff? Think of your family and loved ones. Even if she allowed you to kill yourself, you would still have to kneel and kowtow!
Under these circumstances, Yaoshi Yuan had become the only savior Chang'an could rely on. After all, in everyone's eyes, Yaoshi Yuan was the Dragon-Locking Bodhisattva's favorite. A few good words from Yaoshi Yuan might dispel the