Song Country.
Within the vast Prime Minister's Mansion, covering hundreds of acres.
The meeting room was brightly lit.
The current Prime Minister of Song, Qin Gui, was lounging grandly on a chair carved with dragons and tigers, even kicking off his shoes, puffing on a pipe, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Beside him, stood ten guards and eight maidservants on each side, his presence as grand as the Emperor in the palace.
At this moment, two people were speaking in the hall, with Qin Gui sitting and listening.
Beside them, a quite beautiful maid poured tea and offered a towel, graceful and virtuous, serving thoroughly and attentively.
When the two men finally traced the whereabouts of the Black Wind Village Chief, Qin Gui snorted lightly, tossed his pipe onto the table with a "thud," and sneered, "The Black Wind Village Chief, after all, is merely a mere ruffian, physically strong but simple-minded, without political acumen.
