The Capital.
The Guan Family.
The Old Man hummed a little tune as he watched footage of the exercise, perfectly at ease.
"Report!"
An urgent knock sounded at the door.
Chief Zhu burst into the study, his head covered in sweat.
"Something's happened."
"What is it? Did Chun Prefecture kill someone again?" The Old Man picked up his tea mug and asked half-jokingly.
"Yes."
"Pfft!"
The Old Man spat out a mouthful of tea.
He had only been joking. He hadn't expected it to be true.
"Old Ninth took his men to fight the Chang Family."
Chief Zhu lowered his head awkwardly and stole a guilty glance at the Old Man.
"Acting up again? Tell Chang Jiang to put up with it. Old Ninth fucking chewed me out yesterday, too. Who am I supposed to complain to?"
The Old Man instinctively assumed that someone from the Chang Family had offended Old Ninth.
Given Old Ninth's temper, it was perfectly normal for him to take his men to fight them.
"Ahem... it was... Chang He poisoned Chun Prefecture's people and nearly killed Little Third."
Chief Zhu wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
He was the one who had introduced the Chang Family to the Guan Family.
Now that Chang He had stirred up a hornet's nest, he could hardly escape blame.
Though his good intentions had backfired, the matter still had to be resolved.
"Then why are you telling me?" The Old Man slammed down his tea mug and asked irritably, "I'm not a fucking doctor. Even if I were, I couldn't cure Chang He's brain damage."
"What was he thinking? That's Chun Prefecture's fucking precious darling, Black Mountain Town's only little sprout. Don't tell me any more. I'll personally write a funeral couplet later,