In Sunlight City (Lhasa), at the command post of Wu Sizang's brocade-clothed Qianhu, brocade Qianhu Bi Tianrong was cold all over, tossing several questionnaires and animal hides into his furnace with a pale face.
While using wooden True Yuan to ignite the fire, he muttered, "Dammit! How could he do this? How could he go this far?"
After the Tumu Fort incident, The Court was visibly declining. How could a capable official suddenly emerge from it? And why didn't they send him to Qinghai-Tibet earlier? If he had come three years ago, I wouldn't be in this situation."
At this moment, a middle-aged woman also hurried out from the back hall, "Sir, our luggage is being packed. But we haven't sold our shops in Sunlight City yet. Shall we wait a few more days before leaving?"
"Are you still worried about money at this time?"
