"General Wei, why are you shouting here?" Fang Yun entered the Document Office with a grim expression.
Wei Changxian immediately pretended he had only just noticed Fang Yun. "So you were here, my lord. In a moment of anger, this subordinate spoke out of turn. Please forgive me, Marquis. However, please finish the ten-day backlog of official business before tomorrow. If it causes a camp roar or a mutiny, even the Deer Gate Marquis won't be able to protect you!"
Fang Yun regarded Wei Changxian coldly. "When has the Deer Gate Marquis ever protected me? Is this your tactic?"
Wei Changxian's expression shifted slightly before he smiled. "What tactic? You're overthinking things, Marquis. I'll take my leave now. Please finish the official business as soon as possible, and don't put my marshal in a difficult position." With that, Wei Changxian left.
The officials inside the office hurriedly said, "Lord Zhang, you've finally arrived."
Fang Yun nodded and walked into the room where he handled official business. Documents covered the entire desk, piled a full two feet high.
The documents accumulated over these ten days clearly exceeded a normal ten-day total.
It seems they finally couldn't contain themselves and have begun moving against me! The Document Office offers few benefits, but it handles confidential affairs, making it easy to find oversights and bring charges. Last time, they already found an oversight here. This time, they certainly won't let the matter rest. Once they strike, things will inevitably escalate! Could they really intend to use these delayed documents to engineer a camp roar or a mutiny?
With these thoughts in mind, Fang Yun sent Zhang Qingfeng a message, asking him to visit the various camps immediately and investigate the situation. Then he began rapidly processing the documents.
Fang Yun slapped the documents,