"Giddy-up!"
The man rode a red horse, galloping all the way toward the Imperial City.
He did not stop for a moment.
When he reached the gates of the Imperial City.
He took out a token.
After exchanging glances with a soldier, he was led by two people into a secluded path on foot.
He pushed his body technique to the limit.
Racing swiftly towards a courtyard at the deepest end of the path.
When he arrived at the gate of the courtyard.
The man knelt down to the ground.
Holding the token high above his head.
Inside the courtyard, an old servant, over eighty years old, was trimming the potted plants. He glanced indifferently at the man kneeling at the gate, noticing the blood-stained token in his hand.
Then he silently walked towards the room at the back of the courtyard.
The man continued to kneel, his head touching the ground, not daring to move recklessly.
"Young Master, Ning Hongzhuo is kneeling at the gate of the courtyard."
