In the blink of an eye, another ten or more days passed.
The weather gradually turned hot.
At the entrance of the Prefect's residence of Hundred Flowers Mansion, an old man stepped into a carriage.
More than two hundred soldiers straddled horses, equipped with long knives, and among them several dozen carried arrows soaked in oil, guarding on either side, ready to set off.
Cao Shuda bid farewell to the old man nearby, raising his voice, "Xiongshan County is in chaos. Sir, your journey will surely lead to great accomplishments."
The old man smiled, "For the country and the people, it must be so. Prefect, please remain, I am off to take office."
As he spoke, the old man drew down the curtain and sat upright in the carriage, though his expression carried a trace of inexplicable... tension.
If someone came closer for a look, they would notice the old man's face had some strange wrinkles.
