In the quiet room of the Prime Minister Mansion, the air was still hazed with incense.
A black-clad, masked man stood, bowing. "I have fulfilled Prime Minister's orders," he began. "I have retrieved the jade pendant."
As he spoke, he placed the Shen Character Jade Pendant on the table.
"I received some minor injuries last night, which delayed my return slightly as I had to find a place to treat them. I hope you can forgive me, Prime Minister."
Su Qian still donned the dress of a middle-aged scholar, gentle features rendered effeminate, yet there was an undercurrent of restrained, weighty authority in his facial expression.
"You have done well, why would I blame you?" Su Qian's voice was laced with a smile, "Shen Qing Yan's divine skills have actually hurt you? It seems her cultivation is outstanding."
The man in the black robe paused.
From the tone of Su Qian, it seemed as if he was rather pleased that I was hurt?
