Early in the morning, a group of carriages left Singe City the moment the city gates first opened, following the official path towards River Province’s Scorching Sun City.

The retiring Justice Sector official Qin Zhiyan moved aside the carriage curtain, giving Singe City’s outlines that were becoming more and more distant a look, inwardly feeling an indescribable emotion, as well as a true feeling of ease.

In the decades of time he spent as an official in East Forest Province, he had a rather clear name, but in reality, he secretly controlled some illegal  black market businesses, the biggest one among them his weapons smuggling business.

When he just happened to have the chance to enter this type of black market business, he still inwardly felt some shame and guilt, thinking that so many Yunqin’s soldiers would die under his business, under these non-standard weapons made by civilian master craftsmen, their quality even better than standard weapons. However, as time went on, as the wealth that entered his hands increased, he slowly became numb to this type of shame and guilt and then they completely vanished.

Ever since three years ago, he already began to plan the latter half of his life.

Wealth that could be…

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