Within the imperial city, cries of search had become a raging tide.
Though the countless ordinary citizens had no idea what the four words "Qin Family Divine Son" truly represented, under the instigation of those behind the scenes—and with the enormous reward that ensured brave men would come forth—the entire city was searching for Qin Jiuge.
Any clue would earn a thousand taels of silver; anyone who personally brought him to the Jingzhao Prefecture would receive ten thousand taels of gold and be granted the title of Marquis of a Household.
In an instant, every citizen in the city went completely mad, all for the slightest scrap of news concerning Qin Jiuge.
If they found him,
they would enjoy wealth and glory for the rest of their lives without a care. If they found him and brought him into Jingzhao Prefecture's jurisdiction, it would be an honor beyond compare, enough to make one delirious with joy.
"Ha ha ha! Qin Family Divine Son Qin Jiuge, whoever you are, I, Zhang San, will surely find your trail!"
"And me, Li Si! I, Li Si, will find your whereabouts too. Then I can be directly made a Marquis of Ten Thousand Households and become one of the foremost wealthy families beneath the Emperor's feet."
Such voices filled every street and alley.
Qin Jiuge, however, was faintly troubled, caught between tears and laughter.
Had he known this would happen,
he should have brought Treasure Scatterer and Old Ghosthead from the Black Market along. At least he would have had one or two subordinates by his side, rather than being all alone now—a commander without an army.
"Who exactly is this Qin Jiuge?"
Inside the tavern, talk of Qin Jiuge continued, and everyone seemed deeply curious.
The others could not help laughing. "He must