The crowd followed orders.
Xu Zhenguan then looked towards Zhao Douan, who seemed a bit distracted, her beautiful eyes flickering: "Mr. Zhao, take a walk with me."
Zhao Douan collected his thoughts and respectfully said: "I, obey your command."
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The martial arts trial in the Peach Garden ended. As the crowd dispersed, details about the competition swept through the Capital like a whirlwind, informing those who were paying attention.
Imperial Court, Governor Hall.
Today, besides Zhao Douan, the Censors of the other eight halls gathered here. In Lihua Hall, Qian Kerou, the secretary representing Zhao Douan, also came over.
It wasn't to discuss any official business, but rather all were seated around a round table in the inner hall, waiting for news from the palace.
"Lord, it should be almost over now. I wonder what the exact result is." Haitang, arms crossed, leaned against a high-back chair.
