Zhao Bingzhong felt a chill in his heart as he heard the emperor suddenly speak, "Go, fetch Ma Shunde."
This task did not require Zhao Bingzhong's personal effort. He glanced at an attendant, who immediately bowed and said, "This servant will go at once."
Inside the City ● Imperial City Office Stronghold
At this moment, a sparse rain was falling from the sky, the raindrops pattering sharply against the green bricks in the courtyard as several secret agents stood with their hands at their sides.
Ma Shunde paced back and forth, anxiously awaiting intelligence from all quarters.
Because of the affair involving Huo Lianqi, Ma Shunde had suffered a reprimand from the emperor and was filled with dread, nearly falling deathly ill upon his return.
However, if he fell ill at this time, he would not win the emperor's sympathy; instead, he might utterly lose his chance.
A man like him, once he lost the holy favor, had death awaiting him as his final outcome.
Hateful, what to do, how?
The light inside the room was very dim with no extra candles lit, and only a single candle emitted a glow. Ma Shunde paced slowly, his face gloomy and without a sound.
Continuing to investigate Prince Qi's affairs—this was an immensely terrifying hot potato.
Ma Shunde truly did not want to touch it anymore.
However, this was originally the duty of the Imperial City Office. What should he do so that this hot potato could be sent away without being punished by the emperor?
No matter how he thought about it, it seemed impossible.
The Imperial City Office was a post he had fought tooth and nail to secure, yet even if he handed over the office now and lost his authority, he would die all the faster.
This scorching