"Xiao'an, you've become quite impressive," Mu Shaoling remarked, smiling over a few sips of tea. "There's a saying circulating outside. Have you heard it?"
"What saying?"
"Wherever Ye Zi'an goes, there will be a bloody storm. From what I know, there are now many officials who are especially afraid of your arrival," Mu Shaoling mentioned, having heard much of it along the way. In Zhejiang, large quantities of silver were confiscated, and in Yunchuan, a town was wiped out, sparking widespread discussions.
"Afraid of my arrival? It only shows they have guilty consciences. The more they act this way, the more I want to go," Ye Zi'an replied, glancing at him. "The Great Zhou's rotten teeth are countless. If we don't act, fine. But once we do, we must pull them out completely to prevent the disease from spreading."
"Alright, you're formidable."
"Is everything in the Capital City alright? How is Dongyang and the child?"
