Fang Wenshi and the swordsman who worked as his guard were shut away in a room inside the Prime Minister's mansion until midnight.
When they finally walked out of the mansion, they worried that they would have to live in the street tonight. They could not return to the inn since all the gates of the city were closed at this moment. Fortunately, Xu Xiaoyi had sent someone to bring them to a hotel when they came out.
After entering his room, Fang Wenshi immediately closed the door and took off his wet pants. After heaving a long sigh of relief, he began to shout curses at his lord, as if the Dragon King was standing right in front of himself now. The counselor swore to the gods that he would never work for such a cruel wretch anymore and would set out to return to his hometown tomorrow morning without bidding farewell to Yang Huan.
