Buzheng Street, Wanan County Yamen.
Early that morning, all three squads of runners had already dispersed to seek news of the other culprit in the Dried Corpse Case.
Inside the Western Yamen's duty room, County Commandant Fei Ji stood before the desk, explaining earnestly:
"Three years ago, your father sat here, but now this position has passed to me. In feng shui terms, this is called fortune taking its turn..."
"Gooji~"
Coal Ball crouched in the commandant's Grand Preceptor's Chair. Though unable to speak, the look in those eyes probably meant—you look more familiar standing in front of the desk...
At the tea table nearby, Linghu Qingmo sat upright in a white dress, his sword within reach. Though his expression was incomparably cold and beautiful, giving an impression of formality and gravity, all he could think was:
No one is a saint; who can be without fault? Apart from being trapped by a love tribulation and being rather shameless with girls, he hasn't done anything else wrong...
Don't get angry, don't get angry...
He kissed me, then ran off to Doctor Lin's house and stayed out all night. Hmph...
The sun's already high. Surely he isn't still draped over Doctor Lin?
A tender embrace is a hero's grave. There really is some truth to that...
Someone who only keeps a man company in bed is called a concubine...
Yang Dabiao stood at the doorway with his thick arms folded, craning his neck expectantly as he pondered in earnest:
"Monk Jibei, do you think Jinhuan's run off to slay demons again? If he comes back carrying the other culprit's head..."
"Then Lord Wu will still have to be exiled to Lingnan!"
Unable to coax Coal Ball out of the chair, Fei Ji could only approach them with his hands behind