"Alas."
Outside the main gate of a Jiangnan garden with white walls and black tiles, Zhao Douan pulled the reins tightly; he did not dismount but simply looked down from atop his horse.
Behind him, a group of Jinyi government officers and imperial guard soldiers, fierce as wolves and tigers after disembarking and mounting their horses, aggressively ushered the Royal Mansion's private army into the gate to announce their arrival.
Then, they threw the corpses of the assassins that had been fished out from the water onto the ground.
"Mr. Zhao, should we really not wait for Mr. Hai and the others to return? If we barge in like this, will the other side..." Shen Juan, the more meticulous one at Lihua Hall, leaned over, full of worry.
Zhao Douan glanced at him and chuckled with a shake of his head:
