"No need for such trouble."
"Let me ask you something, did any intelligence reports from the martial soldiers arrive tonight?"
The aged government official was clearly taken aback, then awkwardly laughed and said:
"Yes, there is one, it arrived just a moment ago, it's still on the table, but I haven't opened it..."
As he spoke, his voice became increasingly faint, almost inaudible if not listened to carefully. Tie Lin frowned, knowing this old official was shirking his duties, taking advantage of the Mid-Autumn Festival today, neglecting even to open and organize messages sent back.
An irritation rose in his heart, and with a cold snort, he frightened the old official until his face turned white. Tie Lin ignored him, striding inside the Ministry of Punishment's night duty room. The room was small; it had a bed and many cages hung on a crossbar on one side. There was a stack of half-eaten mooncake pastries on the table and three letters rolled together.
