Compared to the eager inhabitants in the capital, Fan Xian wasn’t as excited. He was carefully writing on a strip of paper in his bookroom. He was writing in the tone of a young man with a privileged upbringing in the capital, rewriting the reports Council and adding a l a bit of bookishness to their them so that the officials at Honglu Temple wouldn’t be shocked upon hearing him and suspect another terrifying organization had stepped forward other than His Majesty’s Overwatch Council, an organization that worked for the functionary.
Fan Ruoruo was not in the mood either as she copied in small script and stuck the paper strips together. She asked, "Brother, this is really strange. Where did you get these reports? Why don’t you use them as they are; why make such absurd excuses?"
