Midnight.
Yongxing Square.
A dark shadow vanished into the night, leaping over walls and darting between houses, until it arrived at the rear residence of Tang Fu.
The study was brightly lit.
Tang Mingyuan flipped through the reports from various regions, sometimes smiling, sometimes frowning. When he encountered objections, he picked up a pen and wrote his responses directly on them.
"Hehehe..."
A strange laughter rang out: "Grand Secretary Tang actually dares to bring petitions home to review. Such blatant overstepping, for which, if caught by us, you'd be punished by extermination of three clans at the very least!"
"I reside in this Prince's Mansion, having already overstepped the boundary. The Emperor could find a reason to throw me into the heavenly prison at any moment."
It seemed Tang Mingyuan had long anticipated Zhou Yi's visit, continuing to peruse the reports while speaking.