Fang Ke hurried as fast as he could and finally reached the Capital City at noon.
Once inside the city, before he had even caught sight of the Northern Pacification Office's gates, he heard no fewer than ten versions of the rumors buzzing through the streets and alleys.
Some said that Yang Erlang, the Duke of Road Pavilion, had driven back thirty thousand soldiers of the Five Guards of the Prefectural Army with a single blade!
Some said that Yang Erlang, the Duke of Road Pavilion, had stormed into the Golden Throne Hall during that morning's court assembly and slaughtered half the Imperial Court with one stroke!
Others said that the Duke of Road Pavilion had attended court that morning, drawn his blade, and threatened every civil and military official: they had half a month to sort out grain prices. If they could not sort out grain prices, he would sort them out...
Fang Ke felt utterly sick.
He had set out only half a day after his lord... and in that little time, his lord had already turned the Imperial Court upside down?
Honestly, you mighty figures-he was perfectly happy staying home in Road Pavilion. Why did you have to play your little mind games with him?
Well, look at this now...
You played too far and lost your lives.
And after coming out here and killing so many people, he probably won't be able to return to Road Pavilion and live his peaceful life either.
Isn't this a defeat for both sides?
Sighing over and over, Fang Ke led his horse through the gates of the Northern Pacification Office. Yet he found neither his lord nor his Commanding Commissioner there. Eventually, he learned that his lord had never even entered the Northern Pacification Office after arriving in the