The First Fire

The waters of the Imperial Censorate ran very deep. He was the only one transferred this time. Without any foundation here, he could not even make a move.

"Come in!" Bai Yichang's face darkened and he said coldly.

The door of the palace was pushed open, and his confidant entered. He closed the door and walked over quickly. He told Han Zhenggang about how he had taken the initiative to meet Zhang Ronghua and then left.

The atmosphere was oppressive. It was as if a huge mountain was pressing down on them.

Pang Youshan was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat, soaking his undergarments. No wonder he had this feeling. If Han Zhenggang had joined them, with his foundation in the Imperial Censorate, he would not have known them like the back of his hand, but he would have been more or less at a disadvantage.

However, he was puzzled!