Just then, there was a boom, but unlike the muffled thunder before, this one came with a flash of fire.
Luo Jiang was slightly startled and looked toward the sound.
Not being a Daoist, Luo Jiang could only sense an uncomfortable presence soaring into the distance. Yet when she tried to probe further, the sensation vanished completely.
After only one glance, Luo Jiang set down the booklet and sank into thought. "What could have happened to make Young Marquis Fang lose his composure?"
Though she was a member of the Imperial City Office, she truly had no idea what was happening outside at this moment.
"Could it be related to the various princes? The city has been far from peaceful these past few days, and I was even sent word to keep an eye on Duke of Dai."
While dancing earlier, she had already used a secret signal to report the results of her surveillance to Fang Zhen. By all rights, she had completed her assignment rather well, yet Luo Jiang felt no joy. She merely squeezed the sword manual again and lowered her lashes.
Duke of Dai's Residence—Steps
Fang Zhen emerged from within, his expression already grim. As he looked toward the direction from which the endless rumbles came, his aura turned even colder.
"Bring my horse!"
Because he served the reigning Emperor, Fang Zhen could be considered both powerful and influential among the younger generation of nobles. It had also solidified his position as heir apparent. Yet such things were like the moon reflected in water, flowers mirrored in a looking glass—once he lost the Emperor's trust, he could be stripped back to his original state.
Fang Zhen had no choice but to work even harder to ensure that everything he currently possessed would not be taken from