The guards surrounded the tavern.
The barkeepers, already preparing for the opening, paused their work.
All they could do was sit on the side, watching guard captain and Fang Hao converse not far away.
"That's how it happened. Although I'll testify for you, he is, after all, the son of the Steward. How things will progress is still uncertain." The Guard Captain said as he sat in a wooden chair, explaining everything that had just occurred.
Clatter!
Not far away, the landlady dropped the coarse ceramic cup she was wiping and quickly bent down to pick it up.
She had just reminded everyone that if the shop across the street offended a high-ranking person, like the Steward's son, it wouldn't be able to open or sell.
Fang Hao had barely left the house when this happened; he had punched the Steward's son.
Now it would be difficult not to offend them.
The sudden noise only caused the pair in conversation to glance over before they resumed their topic.