So, seven days later, with Monk Jing'an risking his life to travel quickly, the Prime Minister's Mansion finally received the first-hand news from the front lines this time.
"What? You say Qian Jin is dead? There's been a rebellion in Yizhou?"
In the Prime Minister's Mansion, the Prime Minister, who had been calm and unruffled before, looked at Jing'an, whose body was covered in injuries, and his expression turned a bit unsettled.
"How did it come to this? What on earth happened in Yizhou?"
"It wasn't just one Evil Qi entering the body; it was two."
Monk Jing'an sighed.
"Qian Jin's intelligence was flawed, it was a trap. If I hadn't run fast, I would have died there."
"...It's good that you came back, it's good that you're back."
Taking a deep breath, the Prime Minister patted Monk Jing'an on the shoulder for comfort.
