Faced with such a situation, Zheng Mo actually felt a little suicidal.
Getting involved in royal affairs could lead to the extermination of one's entire family at the slightest misstep.
If he died on the spot, maybe only he would die, and he could even dump the whole mess onto others.
But now, not to mention the possible punishment for unfinished duties, if he actually did the job too well, if he really caught that Commandery Princess or Royal Lady, and she said something he shouldn't know...
——Ah, I don't want to die!
Thinking of this, Zheng Mo was in great agony.
Fortunately, the Provincial Governor had some humanity—he had transferred a group of Red Armored Guards and Demon-Warding Guards who were supposed to be nearby exterminating demons to reinforce the city's defenses in Ming City, so that Zheng Mo wouldn't die inexplicably like Shu Zheng before he could perform some meritorious deed.
——Someone's got to live to take the blame after all.
