‘Aunt, I am doing well in the capital, and I have recently been promoted.’
‘Old Xue has arranged a large residence for me, with all kinds of snacks that are plentiful and delicious. I have also met many like-minded friends, and we often go hunting together. The spring scenery in the capital is beautiful, and people are living in peace and contentment. I am living quite well…’
Li Guanyi picked up his pen.
He was pondering how to write a letter home to his aunt.
Yesterday, he had stormed through the Ghost Market, taking down many people, and his blade was already dull. At this moment, he was not in the Xue family residence; the surroundings were simple, and the windows were locked with thick, tempered steel. The young man sat cross-legged, casually stuffing a steamed bun into his mouth, eating quite heartily.
This was the confinement cell of the Jinwu Guard.
Commonly known as the small black room.
Old Master Si Ming had suddenly disappeared yesterday, and the general had dragged him back, stripping him of his badge, weapons, and halberd, then kicked him into the small black room, cursing as he went off to brawl with the city defense forces in the capital.
It was said that the general of the Jinwu Guard had been cursing at dozens of people on the royal road.