"Why does Commander Zeng know..."
Dongfang Sheng was somewhat stunned.
Zeng Anmin gave a soft laugh. He gently took Dongfang Sheng's hand and led him inside, arriving at his private quarters.
He gave the place a rough once-over.
The private quarters of the Imperial City Department Southern Commander were exceedingly spacious.
They were no less impressive than his old man's study.
They ran north to south, open and airy, covering some two hundred square meters.
The furnishings were exceptionally lavish as well.
The moment one entered, one could smell a faint fragrance of musk.
"Sit."
Zeng Anmin walked to his tiger-hide chair and slowly sat down, lightly stroking the armrest.
His gaze was gentle as he looked toward Dongfang Sheng.
"Thank you, Commander."
Dongfang Sheng slowly took a seat, a hint of caution in his eyes.
"Sima Nan is a Fourth Rank Grandmaster and has served in the Imperial City Department for quite some time. He must have believed that, if not for this official dropping in from above, the post of Southern Commander would have been his."
Zeng Anmin looked at Dongfang Sheng with a smile.
Dongfang Sheng's expression stiffened slightly.
Then he gave a dry laugh. "That is only human nature."
Oh?
Hearing those seemingly neutral words that in truth somewhat favored Sima Nan, Zeng Anmin raised a brow.
"Director Dongfang, are you quite close with Director Sima?"
Dongfang Sheng hurriedly rose from his chair and shook his head furiously.
"No, no, no. We are merely ordinary colleagues."
"It is simply that Director Sima is an upright man. Everyone in the Southern Commander's Department is sincerely convinced by him."
"Oh?" Zeng Anmin was slightly taken aback.
Sima Nan.
Perhaps because of some handsome fellow from his past life who had pointed at the Luo River and sworn an