The night wind blew in gusts, willow branches swaying gently. An eerie stillness filled the entire rear courtyard of the Garrison Prefecture.
Under the soft moonlight, Wang Anquan saw the token in the woman's hand clearly. Shocked, he instinctively glanced around, as though searching for something.
"No need to look. Since I dared to come, naturally I have a way to avoid the guards." Standing behind the wicker fence, the gray-robed woman reminded him in a clear, pleasant voice, "Lord Wang, do you still recognize the token in my hand?"
Wang Anquan did not look at the token again. Forcing himself to remain calm, he gave a deliberately casual smile. "Heh, who in the world hasn't heard of Fulong Pavilion's Fulong Token? However blind I might be, how could I fail to recognize it?"
Although he appeared relaxed, his heart was in turmoil. He had speculated countless times about which factions and people within the Divine Court wanted to kill him, but he had never expected the first person to break into the Garrison Prefecture to be a Fulong Pavilion spy.
After the Gu-Raising Case, Wang Anquan had been dismissed from office. Only after lying low for quite some time had the First Prince employed him again, giving him a second chance at an official career. In that sense, he was a military officer belonging directly to the Divine Court's First Prince, with a very clear factional affiliation.
The Fulong Pavilion Master's "identity" within the Divine Court was astonishing, and his influence immense, but he and the First Prince belonged to different factions. Although they disagreed on many political matters, they could not be considered mortal enemies at court. That was precisely why the sudden appearance of someone from Fulong Pavilion bearing a Fulong Token in the Garrison Prefecture surprised