223, congratulations Your Majesty, the assassin has been captured, tonight you can sleep peacefully.

The setting sun was like blood.

Zhao Douan appeared calm and collected as he spoke those words, scrutinizing the reaction of the person opposite him.

The heart of Thousand Faces God sank abruptly, but then his expression showed confusion, as if he did not understand.

"There's no need to pretend anymore," Zhao Douan shook his head as he looked down at him,

"Do you know why I guessed it was you?"

He gestured at the surrounding neighborhood, then pointed at himself:

"The proper reaction of the commoners in this place, upon seeing someone dressed like me, is to step aside and avoid trouble."

Hmm... In the Capital, one really could encounter sudden disasters just because of "what worries you"... After all, this was an era where the distinction between officials and civilians was clear-cut.

Direct eye contact with a superior already constituted "disrespect."

Thousand Faces God's complexion finally changed.