Xiangfeng Prefecture, the docks.
Yang Ling followed Lu Yunchen aboard the Cao Gang's fast boat.
Xu Wenjun walked at the front with a group of subordinates.
After boarding, he followed the Cao Gang's steward to a cabin on an upper deck, paying no attention to Yang Ling or Lu Yunchen.
As the boat got underway, the docks grew smaller and smaller until they disappeared from view.
"Yang Ling, we're bound to get a severe dressing-down at the very least when we reach the Capital. Let me teach you a trick."
Lu Yunchen rested both hands on the railing, feeling the wind brush his face, and gave a faint smile of contentment.
"Be patient and endure. Whatever happens, you have to endure it."
Yang Ling thought for a moment. "What if someone takes advantage of that and insists on coming after us?"
"Even then, endure it. The Department Master has always been fair. He also knows we actually handled this affair quite well-we just went too far."
"If someone insists on coming after us, the Department Master can back us up. He's a Third-Rank Grandmaster, after all. You have to trust him."
Lu Yunchen patted Yang Ling on the shoulder.
Yang Ling nodded, then asked Lu Yunchen about the Capital.
From Lu Yunchen, he learned that the Zhao State's Capital lay right between Qitian Provincial Capital, Yunwen Provincial Capital, and Quyang Provincial Capital.
These three provincial capitals were, in fact, the ones closest to the Rong Tribe on the Zhao State's map.
"The Capital is full of big shots. Toss a watermelon on the street at random, and you might hit some big shot's descendant or a relative of theirs."
"Take our Lu Family, for example. We have two Minor Grandmaster ancestors holding down the fort. In any provincial capital, we'd