"For the County Magistrate?"
Zhou Li's expression became somewhat odd, as he hadn't expected that the famously ineffectual County Magistrate would still receive a message from the Capital City, and it was personally communicated by a Second-Rank Official.
Is the court planning a competition on who can be the most ineffectual in war?
While Zhou Li was lost in his wild thoughts, Yu Qian, under the astonished gaze of the fox spirit, walked over to the jar of wine and poured himself a pot of Soul-entangling Brew. He looked at the amber liquid, took a painful gulp, wiped his mouth, and let out a satisfying sigh as he said:
"The imperial edict of His Majesty."
"Li Kuan, the Capital City doesn't want you anymore, and if you dare come back, you'll be beaten every time you're seen."
