Today It Is Zheng Yingci

After something this serious had happened, they naturally could not remain at the worksite.

Whether it was Qi Hongxin or the imperial envoy, both had to return to the city. Amid rain threads like scattered mist, the driver let out a long cry, and the ox cart turned smoothly around.

Looking out in all directions, Su Ziji made out the blurred outline of the river embankment. For a time, neither spoke.

"Lord Yan, I have truly been discourteous, letting you encounter such a thing." After a long while, Su Ziji gave a self-mocking smile and said, "Shunan Prefecture has suffered one calamity after another!"

"Mm, indeed. A locust plague is one thing, but this blasted embankment was a man-made disaster. You and Lord Qi handled it quite well already... Alas, what a pity about Lord Qi."

"On the road here, I had in fact already carefully studied the official records. Lord Qi has accomplished quite a few practical things over these years. This time, he received His Majesty's grace and was about to be reinstated, yet his allotted fate had run out. What can be done? What can be done!"

"You are right." Su Ziji glanced at Yan He, agreeing aloud before sighing again. Qi Hongxin had a stain on his record. Even if he had not died, he could forget about soaring to glory again. His foundation had already crumbled; his current splendor was merely temporary. If he had truly gone to the Capital City and caught the Emperor's eye, stirring up the matter anew, let alone this Subordinate Third Rank, even his life might not have been spared.

But naturally, such words could not be spoken.

Su Ziji appeared somewhat melancholy, but Yan He had his own thoughts and misunderstood him. After a pause, he said, "Still, Lord