"Prefectural Governor, urgent news from South Zhili—it's great news!"
Pingyang Prefecture Fishing Tax Office.
Ran Zhongyi burst into the third-floor study, slapped down the documents, his face showing joy.
"Great news?"
Xu Yuelong sprang to his feet, opening the pages.
Below the indecipherable characters, it was clearly written to set off immediately, with victory certain and no defeat.
His brow gradually furrowed.
"In mid-February, the reply from South Zhili was still predicting minor misfortune; how come a month has passed and suddenly it's great news?"
Ran Zhongyi said, "Could it be that some turmoil has arisen within the enemy? Just such that South Zhili caught wind of it?"
