"The affairs of Xunyang Prefecture?"
Upon hearing this, Qin An's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he understood in his heart.
"It's still quite some time before the one-month deadline Zhao Wuhuan mentioned, but it seems to have been expedited."
Qin An took the letter from the Internal Affairs Department's state official, lightly tapping the envelope with his knuckles, pondering in his heart.
In fact, whether it is expedited or delayed is very normal.
What Zhao Wuhuan mentioned was just an approximation.
Regarding the expedited timing, Qin An found no issue with it.
After delivering the letter, the state official from the Internal Affairs Department left respectfully.
The affairs of Xunyang Prefecture were not something a small official like him dared to presumptuously speculate about.
Hearing even one more sentence could invite a lethal disaster.
He didn't want to lose his life because he heard too much.
