In the brightly lit Yingxian Tower, Chen Ji looked at Zhang Zhuo with some surprise.
The conflict between the eunuchs and the civil officials had been going on for a long time, and they were like fire and water, unable to coexist.
He had thought that without the royal command token, it would be difficult to persuade Zhang Zhuo to leave.
But to his surprise, as soon as Zhang Zhuo heard that the refugees were in danger, he immediately stood up and was willing to follow him.
Why?
Zhang Zhuo looked at Chen Ji with amusement.
"What? I dare to follow you, but you don't dare to take me?"
The banquet hall gradually became noisy.
A newly appointed scholar stood up, emboldened by alcohol, and loudly said, "My lord, you must not go with the eunuchs! What if they try to take you to the inner prison?"
"My lord, don't fall for their trap!"
However, Zhang Zhuo suddenly raised his hand, and the noise in the hall immediately subsided.
He smiled at Chen Ji and said, "Let's go. Important matters come first."
With that, the prefect actually led the way out of Yingxian Tower.
Once outside, Zhang Zhuo stood on the stone-paved road of Baiyi Lane and turned to look at Chen Ji behind him.
He said casually, "Tell me, what do you need me to do?"