Xu Wenjun calmed down. Then, as if something had occurred to him, he suddenly laughed.
His laughter grew louder and louder, leaving Hong Ruohai and the others outside bewildered and uneasy.
A few breaths later, Xu Wenjun put away his smile, seemingly becoming once more the confident, lofty Third Branch Master of the Command Department.
"Lord Zhao, you used an Azure Eagle to send the letter, correct?"
"A reply from the Capital will arrive in three days at most."
"Let us wait."
With that, Xu Wenjun clasped his hands behind his back and slowly walked away.
Lu Yunchen looked at Zhao Chonghong with an odd expression.
"Lord Zhao, this matter..."
"It's probably just as he said. Nothing can be done."
Zhao Chonghong smiled and rose.
"But I stand by what I said. We need only do what ought to be done."
After watching Zhao Chonghong leave, Lu Yunchen and Yang Ling stared at each other in the hall.
After a long while, Lu Yunchen sighed.
"Master Yang, although we've resolved the case, I doubt things will end well for us."
"You've only just been promoted to Sixth-Rank Iron Clothes. Under the rules, they can't demote you to Seventh Rank so soon."
"But I suspect you'll have to vacate your position as Master of the Changhe Prefecture Iron Clothes Department's Public Security Division First Branch..."
He paused. "I'll probably have to vacate my position in the Yunwen Provincial Capital, too."
"Even the Iron Clothes Department is affected? What about the Department Master?"
Yang Ling wore an odd expression.
Lu Yunchen said, "We actually fall under the Ministry of Personnel. Even internal promotions in the Iron Clothes Department have to pass through them..."
Something suddenly occurred to Yang Ling, and he glanced outside.
"Was that why Lord Xu lost his composure just