The government ship inevitably made frequent stops along the way, and if traveling overland in winter hadn't been so uncomfortable, Zhao Douan would have preferred to disembark and take a carriage back.
That day.
The group anchored at a town beside a canal on Linfeng Road to rest and resupply, and the government ship slowly approached the shore.
Zhao Douan stood on deck, the land before him desolate.
The old eunuch slowly emerged from the cabin and came to his side, glancing at him:
"Are you so impatient to return to the Capital to claim your achievements before His Majesty?"
Wind-reddened cheeks betraying him, Zhao Douan stubbornly replied:
"Not at all. I'm contemplating the matters concerning the Buddhist sect."
On that day, the search for the rebels within Hu Ting City proved fruitless, yet Zhao Douan hadn't given up his investigation.
Before heading back, he found the Imperial Shadow Guards of the locality and ordered an inquiry.
