Tonight, the South City Hundred Households Office was unusually quiet.
The sound of insects chirping came from the grass.
In a small courtyard, Rong Yichu, draped in a white cloak, quietly looked up at the waning moon in the sky and let out a soft sigh.
In a daze, he seemed to see a few stars flicker and then vanish among the vast expanse of the heavens.
Behind him came a few light footsteps. An Embroidered Uniform Guard clasped his hands and said, "Mr. Yichu, everyone is here and waiting for you in the council hall."
Rong Yichu nodded slightly and walked toward the council hall.
At this moment, the council hall was filled with many people—almost all the upper ranks of the South City Hundred Households Office had gathered here. Everyone was quietly whispering, but now it was obvious that the South City Hundred Households Office was divided into two factions.
