The prostitutes filed a complaint, but the Dali Temple refused to accept it and drove them out. The prostitutes then kept beating the drum at the Dali Temple, asking, "How is it considered filthy for us to file a complaint? What are you thinking?"

Later, the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, impatient with the matter, sent a senior official from the Court of Judicial Review who had been sitting on the sidelines to properly investigate the case.

The Dali Temple official was an old man. Seeing the mocking expressions on his colleagues' faces, he vowed to patiently do a good deed.

And indeed, a question was asked.

It turns out that these prostitutes catered not only to wealthy patrons but also to people from other regions.

Several outsiders, after spending money at their place, asked them to deliver a box of items to someone else. The box looked like an ordinary box, nothing special.

Before they left, they told the prostitutes that a wealthy man would come to collect a letter, and the correct code was: "A bandit in the weeds, brandishing a spear and two hammers, not urging the cattle and horses to graze, but only bringing a monk to wash his head."

The prostitutes didn't think much of it at the time; that's their business, and they were used to even the most vulgar language.

The other party gave them a large reward and told them that they would receive another sum of money once the letter was delivered.

Sure enough, a few days later, a wealthy young man came to pick up the package.

Five or six people arrived, led by a wealthy young man, along with a pale-faced man and another who looked remarkably like the "bandit" in the code.

"The group of people did not identify themselves or say they were there to pick up a package; they only said they were there to get their hair washed."

Gu Shaoyu said in a serious tone, "Upon hearing this, the Chief Justice of the Dali Temple immediately thought of someone. That man looked remarkably like the local Infantry Commander-in-Chief—the Commander-in-Chief of Wancheng not only had the surname Ma, but also happened to be bald and skilled with double hammers!"

At this point, Xie Zhaozhao couldn't help but bury her face in his chest and chuckle softly.

Things in this world are just so coincidental; even storytellers wouldn't dare to think of such a thing!

Xie Zhaozhao buried her head in his chest, listening to the booming laughter coming from his chest, and knew that he was also laughing out loud.

December 1st.

Early in the morning, Yuanyuan saw Xie Zhaozhao get up and came over to whisper, "Miss, there's some movement in the south of the city!"