Half of Zhao Douan's body peered out from an upper-story window.
A multitude of expectant gazes from the surroundings gathered toward him.
However, when he casually dropped that statement, those eyes shifted to astonishment and confusion.
"Didn't hear me?" Zhao Douan glanced dissatisfiedly at the armored imperial guards nearby, his tone unfriendly.
Rebel... arrest...
Wasn't it a challenge? Why suddenly bring up rebels?
Not only the onlookers were stunned, even Eunuch Hai, who was leisurely sipping tea and watching the drama, gave him a surprised look.
Amidst the fine autumn rain.
In the center of the spacious and empty street, the man wearing arm guards was also stunned, frowning and subconsciously spoke in a deep voice:
"Who are you calling a rebel?!"
In the Capital, such an accusation could not be taken lightly.
Zhao Douan's manner was lazy, half-leaning against the windowsill, as he stared down and pressed:
