Zhang Rongfang closed the courtyard door, his face slightly tense.
This time, if it weren't for his previous experience working in the yamen, he might have been discovered and then pursued by a large contingent of imperial forces.
And then end up being crushed by the combined efforts of the Black Ten Sect and the court.
Only now did he truly understand the benefits of power.
Although he was merely leveraging the strength of the Li family, it was enough to prevent himself from being hunted throughout the city.
With a moment of reflection, he was about to return to his room to rest.
Suddenly, a small Little Red Bird gently landed on the side of the wall, chirping a few times.
Zhang Rongfang looked up and extended his hand.
The little bird immediately flew over and landed on the back of his hand.
After removing the bamboo tube, he carefully poured out the letter and unfolded it to look.
