The next day, after having breakfast in the inn, Loran Hill asked Bu Moyin about his future plans.
"I will report these matters to Luojing immediately, seeking the court's swift approval before dispatching the troops."
Bu Moyin hadn't slept well the previous night after suffering a setback at the hands of Governor Tu Haoyang, and he lacked the energy to answer. But judging by his expression, he seemed still somewhat resentful and wanted to cause trouble for the Governor.
Upon seeing this, Loran Hill said a few words to comfort him, and then said that he wanted to talk to the governor again today.
"Jia Lan, do you still have hope for this governor? In my opinion, he is the kind of cold and profit-oriented person." Bu Moyin shook her head. It seemed that yesterday's experience made her lose hope in persuading the governor.
"Now that we're here, let's try again." Loran Hill thought, this governor wasn't the foolish, short-sighted type. If he could explain the pros and cons clearly and remove the obstacles, he might be able to persuade him. Furthermore, judging by the past two days' experience, this governor was quite capable, not a mediocre person. If he could truly offer his sincere assistance, it would be a great help.
Regardless of whether his nature is good or bad, in front of the hundreds of thousands of lives in the Sunset Mountains, he can be put aside for a while. After all, saving lives is the most important thing.
"I don't want to see him anymore. If Jialan wants to go, she can take my other token and ask him to let her in." Mo Yin shook her head. She felt a little traumatized. It seemed that what happened yesterday had a great impact on her.
Afterwards, Bu Moyin took out another smaller token and gave it to Luo Lanxier, then went back to the house to continue writing the urgent document for the report.
After receiving the pass token from Bu Moyin, Luo Lanxier put on a veil and hat and went to the governor's mansion.
A black and red gate stood across the street, with several elite guards guarding both sides. They were all fully armored, with golden bronze masks covering their faces, looking quite majestic and imposing.
As the head of a province, the governor decides the livelihoods of tens of millions of people under his rule. His power is far beyond that of other officials. At the same time, they are also the key pillars of the dynasty, supporting the operation of this huge system.
Arriving at the main gate of the mansion, the guard at the gate seemed to recognize the girl he had seen yesterday. He stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, young lady, are you here to see Lord Mushou?"
"Yes." The girl nodded slightly, then took out two badges from her waist, one of which was the Zhihuang token of the Xiangyu Sect, and the other was the secondary badge of Mo Yin's Xuanhua Mansion.
"Please wait a moment, sir." After taking a quick look, the guard went back into the mansion to report.
"Soon after, a middle-aged aide dressed in black came out, accompanied by guards."
"I'm sorry, Miss Jialan, Lord Shepherd is feeling a little unwell today and doesn't want to see anyone. Please go back." He was the one who was next to Tu Haoyang yesterday.
It seems that Bu Moyin has also angered this governor, Loran Hill thought. She began to think about other things before she spoke.
"Please report again, sir. I'd like to say that Jialan, on behalf of the Xiangyu Sect, would like to request your support. A major incident has occurred at the Zhaoye Palace, which guards the Sunset Mountains. If this situation is not properly handled, both the Zhaoye Palace and the Xiangyu Sect will be implicated. I beg you, sir, to lend a hand. The Xiangyu Sect will also remember this friendship."
To deal with people who care about interests, the only way is to lure them with interests. No matter how much morality you talk about, it will be of no use to these people. They are thorough realists.
Seeing this young woman's sincere tone and unlike the aggressive attitude of yesterday's girl, the aide began to feel a certain favor towards her. After all, as a subordinate of the governor, he didn't want to antagonize the Xuanhua Mansion. Making enemies like this without any benefit, and if things go wrong, it could lead to obstacles in the officialdom in the future. It really wasn't a good idea.
"Then please wait a moment, Miss Jialan." He bowed and then retreated back into the mansion.
In this way, Loran Hill waited for nearly 20 minutes, and the door of the mansion was finally opened. The staff member said that Lord Tu was willing to meet him.
Afterwards, Loran Hill followed him into the mansion, which was still as solemn and quiet as yesterday, like a military camp.
After passing through several corridors and courtyards, the aide finally brought Loran Hill to a remote courtyard where there was a lotus pond, and Tu Haoyang sat in the pavilion beside the pond.
"Sir, Miss Jialan is here." He stepped forward to report, then retreated and stood outside the pavilion waiting for orders.
"Hello, Miss Jialan." The governor was still not wearing official uniform, but a dark blue long gown with no ornaments on it, looking very plain.
If he was not in the governor's mansion, but in a teahouse on the street, others would probably think that he was just an ordinary scholar.
"Hello, Master Tu." Loran Hill took off his hat and veil, slowly walked into the pavilion, and sat down in front of him. Two teacups and a teapot were placed on the stone table in the middle. A wisp of white steam was coming out of the spout of the teapot, as if it had just been brewed.
"Miss Jialan, you have something to tell me." After the two met, they didn't say too much and got straight to the point.
"Yes." Loran Hill nodded, and then talked about what he really saw and heard in the Sunset Mountains, how many monsters there were, how many high-level ones there were, and what happened in the Zhaoye Palace.
Unlike Bu Moyin's vague narration yesterday, Luo Lanxier's narration was detailed and accurate, and Tu Haoyang became slightly solemn as he listened.
"It's so serious. Has the situation developed to this point?" He frowned slightly.
Perhaps the Black Leopard Cavalry on the border reported to him a lot on weekdays, but after all, they were on the border and did not go deep into the border, so the disasters they suffered were limited, so they did not feel deeply.
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