No matter how poorly Pan Man performed, the person was still caught.
White Horse Brigade, the guard office of the Shou Gong Surveillance Bureau.
In the backyard training ground, two large desks were placed side by side.
Lu Si sat upright behind one of the desks, holding a teacup, smiling as he expressed his thanks to the commanding general of the White Horse Brigade—the Seven-Star General He Taiping.
“General He, thanks for all your hard work today. In the future, let’s be close, like brothers.”
He Taiping, in his early fifties, returned the smile warmly, holding his teacup with enthusiasm, responding earnestly to Lu Si.
Within the Shou Gong Surveillance Bureau, Lu Si had already become an outright legend—joining only about a month ago, he had not only been personally bestowed a general’s red robe by the Son of Heaven but had even been granted a noble title?
Such imperial favor was truly extraordinary.
Lu Si had taken the initiative to handle matters through the White Horse Brigade’s guard office—this was like offering goodwill directly on a silver platter.
With his face on the line, He Taiping absolutely had to guard him with the highest efficiency and enthusiasm.