After dealing with Chief Qian for half a day, Song Zhiyuan returned to the government office with a throat lozenge in his mouth, and found Jiang Fula already waiting there.
"This servant greets the Prime Minister." Jiang Fula respectfully knelt and knocked his head a few times.
Song Zhiyuan was a bit surprised, "You came over so quickly. Is it about the two children of the third family getting smallpox? Is there a result from the investigation?"
Jiang Fula nodded, "There is some clue, I ask the Prime Minister to make a decision."
Seeing Jiang Fula's somewhat solemn expression, Song Zhiyuan rubbed his thumb and forefinger, and said, "Let's talk inside."
He walked a step ahead, Jiang Fula followed two steps behind closely, and with a wave of his hand, guards stationed themselves everywhere, to prevent eavesdropping.
