"We'll see. Oh, right, Lord Wan, why did you have to choose the Misty Tower?"
With those words, Eunuch Hai huffed, flicked his sleeve, and left.
Warden Wan had inexplicably had the door slammed in his face. For a moment, he could not figure out how he had offended him.
Finally, a young jailer beside him could stand it no longer and quietly offered a reminder. "Warden, Lord Hai is a eunuch. Why did you have to poke at his sore spot? The Misty Tower is a brothel. Only real men enjoy going to places like that."
At this reminder, Warden Wan slapped his forehead in frustration and cursed, "Stupid, stupid, stupid! I'm such an idiot! How could I have forgotten that? No wonder I've spent more than half my life as a prison warden without getting promoted. Ah, what a muddlehead!"
There were two pieces of good news. First, Song Jie had sent men to rescue Yu Guangguang and the others, and they had successfully brought him and the twenty thousand recruits back to Wumeng City.
Perhaps Wang Chongqing had already learned that the Self-Defense Army had taken Wumeng City and dared not get too close for fear of being surrounded and attacked. He had therefore immediately abandoned his pursuit of Yu Guangguang and the others and headed back to Baishan Town to await the main army.
The second was that Jiang Hao and Guo Dundun had safely escorted Zuo Xianning and the other prisoners back to Wumeng City, with a scare but no real danger. Even when they passed near Baishan Town, Wang Chongqing had not intercepted them. It was not hard to understand this act of self-preservation. After all, even Zuo Xianning had been captured. As a mere Grand Lord, Wang Chongqing was even less inclined to