Lin Bojun was not alone in following Wan Cong to the General Mansion, as he also brought a team of elite soldiers from the capital city.
Seeing the team of soldiers following behind, Wan Cong's face grew even uglier, "General Lin, is this really necessary? If people didn't know better, they would think that my father committed a crime, and you are here to arrest him."
Lin Bojun spoke seriously, "Young Master Wan, please do not misunderstand. The Marquis of Zhong Xin specially arranged for me to come here because General Wan is ill."
"That's unnecessary," Wan Cong shook his head, "Let them go back."
"The issuing of the Imperial Decree cannot be delayed. Since it is the Marquis' arrangement, we would have to ask for his permission again if we want them to go back, and I would be held responsible for the trouble this back and forth may cause," Lin Bojun said loudly, "Young Master Wan, let's hurry up!"