Stepping into the Thousand Households Station, the atmosphere felt distinct from usual.
Although the Station was always bustling with activity, faces were generally relaxed; rarely would anyone walk around with a tense expression, and the urgency now lingering in the air was almost palpable.
"Sir, latest news from the south!"
Just as he reached the Public Office doors, Wang Yiming was already waiting there, holding a stamped copper rod, his anxious expression quite apparent.
Shen Hao said nothing, opened the Public Office door and entered. Wang Yiming followed him in.
After the gatekeeper brought in tea and shut the door, Shen Hao pointed at Wang Yiming and said, "Don't shout so frantically when you've got urgent matters—yelling outside the door! Are you hoping someone else won't overhear?"
