Morning. The Jing'an Guard's Tongzhou Hundred Households.
Pei Shaoqing was at his desk, buried in paperwork.
Song Youcai walked in with a grave expression and said in a deep voice, "Sir! I have an important matter to report."
"What is it?" Pei Shaoqing asked casually, still making marks with his brush without even looking up.
Every time he drew a circle, a prisoner in the Jing'an Guard's dungeon would be beheaded, as if he were playing a matching game.
Song Youcai blurted out, "There are men from the Southern Garrison Command in Tongzhou! On Noble Consort Wan's orders, they're trying to dig up dirt on you, Sir. They've been operating in the shadows for a while now."
Pei Shaoqing's brush froze, leaving a blot of ink on the paper. He looked up, his gaze sweeping over Song Youcai like a sharp knife. "How do you know this?"
He suddenly remembered the message from the calico cat.
'Is this Noble Consort Wan's new method of revenge?'
