49, Your Majesty, the firearms case has been cracked last night.

That night, because the hour was too late and he had to report to his superior, Zhao Douan didn't go home, but rather made do with an overnight stay at the White Horse Hall.

The next morning, when Zhao Douan forced his eyes open, the sky was already bright.

He washed up carefully, changed into his official robe in front of the mirror, and picked out a sandalwood fragrance sachet. Looking at the handsome features reflected in the bronze mirror, the corners of his lips curled up slightly:

"Done!"

One must pay attention to one's appearance when meeting the Empress.

"It's a pity that the fragrance of the sachet is mediocre. How was perfume invented in transmigration novels? The Empress should like it, right..."

With these miscellaneous thoughts swirling in his mind, he had a servant bring food and ate hastily.

When he walked out of the government office, he saw Zhou Cang, dressed in Jinyi garments, waiting beside the carriage.