It was indeed Song Wei who came, dressed in a fourth-rank official robe with his headwear properly set. At this moment, he extended his cupped hands forward, making a salute.
That clear and handsome face, mature and resonant voice, and the dignified manner—that's something no one could imitate.
The Minister of Rites was dumbfounded, "This... wasn't Mr. Song already killed by the Tongji Association? Mr. Song personally escorted his own coffin back to the capital. How could this be..."
Song Wei stood straight, his tone calm, "To rid the nation of traitors, the mission was incomplete, so I dared not die rashly. Speaking of which, I owe a great debt of gratitude to Mr. Yang. If not for your timely assistance, with my limited abilities, it would have been impossible to capture the leader of the Tongji Association alive and eliminate all their members in one go."
Chief Minister Yang forced a smile, "Then I must congratulate Mr. Song for making another great contribution."
