Lin Mansion.
Main hall, reception room.
Zhao Shiwen wore the black slim-fit uniform of the Taxation Bureau, with cloud-patterned cuffs that gave off a low-key and profound impression, like a Cultivation Robe.
Her gaze was indifferent, her expression cold and glamorous as she sat in the chair, crossing her legs casually.
Her black hair was pulled into a simple bun and hung down her back like a waterfall.
Behind her stood two deep-breathed Foundation Establishment Cultivators, a luxurious arrangement.
As a powerful Deputy Director of the Taxation Bureau, she handled countless spirit stones, and her safety was naturally of paramount importance.
She never thought that just because she had the backing of the Master Steward, no one would dare to attack her.
In fact, she had encountered at least eight assassination attempts in the past two years.
But the more she faced these challenges, the more excited Zhao Shiwen became, throwing herself into her job with 120% enthusiasm.
