C430 Chapter 430

Spring had arrived. The bamboo in the courthouse courtyard was still growing, but last winter’s snow had crushed it flat.

Grandmaster Cao stepped out of the county magistrate’s study and let out a long, stale breath.

A yamen runner passing by noticed the sour look on his face and came over to ask.

“Grandmaster Cao, what’s wrong?” the runner asked quietly, keeping pace at his side