The time of death has come.

Ning Jing knocked out the assassin sent by Duanmu Che and locked him up, tending to his wounds to prevent him from dying.

When he pushed open the door to Su Liang's room, it was pitch-dark inside. He stood at the entrance for a while, still able to smell the faint scent of herbal medicine, similar to Su Liang's own fragrance.

Without entering, Ning Jing closed the door again, fetched some water from the kitchen, and returned to his room to clean the bloodstains left from dragging the assassin away.

After tidying up, he noticed a few specks of dried blood splattered on the bed curtains.

Ning Jing didn't bother with it, he changed the bedding, washed up, and went to bed.

Early the next morning, he didn't even eat breakfast, and headed to the Ministry of Revenue on time.

Ever since Ning Jing joined the Ministry, the place was filled with a refreshing tea fragrance every day.

After handling some simple tasks, Ning Jing decided to "leave work" and have a meal at Zhengzheng's place.