"Clang, clang, clang."
"It's the third watch of the night, all is well!"
The distant knocking of the night watchman's bamboo, drifting with the wind through every street and alley.
And so, the long night was punctuated with a comma…
At the courthouse, Yang Ge, still reviewing the government's public accounts, slowly set down the account book in hand, "Is it just the third watch?"
He looked up toward the open gates, his hand gently resting on the hilt of his sidearm, "You all are quite impatient, aren't you…"
There was nothing outside the gate, yet a chilling voice rose, "Hand over that girl to us, and we will leave immediately, ensuring not a single hair on the official's head is harmed!"
"You are well-informed!"
Yang Ge gripped his sidearm and straightened his sitting posture, "Why don't you guess, why am I not the one chasing you out of the city?"
