The clerk was curious.
What on earth was this new commandery governor planning?
He picked up his brush and wrote a letter, then handed it to a messenger.
"Remember, you must deliver this letter personally into Prefect Shen's hands. Take note of her expression and see how she reacts after reading it." This messenger was someone the clerk found useful, barely qualifying as one of his confidants.
The messenger tucked the letter, its sealing wax already dry, into his robe.
"Yes!"
The clerk left the tent.
The cold wind blowing toward him scraped his face with a faint sting. Standing atop the city wall, he gazed toward the administrative seat and let out a mocking laugh, his eyes utterly devoid of warmth. He had not forgotten the stab Zheng Qiao had dealt them over this matter...
Could the lackey he sent over possibly be any good?
Even if she was, she would still be that man's eyes and ears.
"...A cat mourning a mouse, pretending to be compassionate..."
With his sword at his side, the clerk made a round of the watchtowers.
Only after confirming there were no problems did he descend the wall and return to the rear camp. Before he even reached the main camp, he heard a burst of twittering voices from the main tent. He calmly lifted the heavy curtain and found several familiar faces still arguing.
"What are you making such a racket about?" the clerk asked.
One man in the tent said, "Supplies are tight everywhere in the army, yet this fellow somehow got several jars of wine and tried to bribe us! Does he not know alcohol is forbidden in the army? Has he no sense of rules at all?"
Another said, "And where did this meat come from?"
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