Chapter Eleven: The Struggle Separates

  Ren Yuan's face immediately turned red with anger and he shouted: "Sir, what does this mean?"

  "What does it mean?" Gao Ping sneered and didn't get off his horse, looking at Zhang Jiamu and Ren Yuan with a slanted gaze, saying: "What are you two holding in your hands?"

  Zhang Jiamu smiled slightly and said, "Silver."

  "Where did it come from?"

  "After the case is settled, the superior officer will reward."

  "What case is being handled? Whose reward?"

  With an overbearing attitude, leaving no room for maneuver, Zhang Jiamu has now realized that there is no need to say anything else, this guy is just looking for trouble.

  This high-ranking official was born with a thin and small stature, triangular eyes, a pale face, and a goatee beard, the standard appearance of a treacherous and deceitful person, truly making one feel disgusted at the mere sight of him.

  He said with a hint of reminder: "Sir, it seems that the matter of our Brocade Guard doesn't need to be handled by the Metropolitan Inspection Bureau, does it?"

  "The case of Jin Yiwei is not under my jurisdiction, however, I have been ordered to inspect the South City, so everything in Zheng Nanfang will be under my control."

  "Alright, I'll leave it to the adults then." Zhang Jiamu decided to admit defeat. As a small school officer, he really couldn't compete with the city patrol inspector. Anyway, even if they were caught, Menduo would find a way to bail them out.

  Jinyiwei and Ducha Yuan fought against each other with their magical powers, this kind of divine fight was something he didn't need to get involved in.

  At most I'll just have to eat prison food for a few days!

  He gave Ren Yuan a signal with his eyes, and Ren Yuan understood. Although he was extremely angry, he still put down the package in his hand with him, then untied his waist knife, and the two of them looked like they were at the mercy of others.

  "Hey... bring people, search them again!" Gaoping is really hateful, with a look of being reasonable but not letting go - he raised his chin and ordered: "Take away the silver, take their tokens too, and see if there are any contraband items. Today, this official must deal with them according to the law!"

  With such a tone, despite being surrounded by the Imperial Guard, Zhang Jiamu still asked Ren Yuan in a low voice: "Ninth brother, isn't this imperial censor an idiot?"

  "Qi, he's not stupid at all!" Ren Yuan also said in a low voice: "This guy might be promoted! Don't you know? He submitted a memorial to the emperor last time, asking him to order the cutting down of all trees in the South Palace. After this incident, the emperor trusts him very much, and now there's news that he might be promoted to Vice Minister of Justice!"

  "Embarrassed......" Zhang Jiamu looked stupid and said calmly to Ren Yuan, "I still don't understand."

  Ren Yuan also had a helpless expression, Zhang Jiamu was fine in every way, but he used to be too careless about worldly affairs. In the capital city, rumors and gossip spread, and everyone would ask around, but he just didn't care. He used to focus solely on martial arts training, now he focuses solely on making money and advancing his official career, and doesn't bother with anything else.

  Gao Ping was originally a seventh-rank supervising censor, who had taken note of the contradictions between the current Emperor Jing Tai and his brother, the Retired Emperor Zheng Tong. One was the elder brother, the Retired Emperor, while the other was the younger brother, the current Emperor. After the Tumu Crisis, he was welcomed back in a sedan chair with two horses, but then imprisoned in the Southern Palace.

  Even when his younger brother was still unable to put his mind at ease, he worried that his imperial throne would be unstable.

  Last year or the year before, Gao Ping presented a memorial saying that there were too many trees in the Nangong where the Taishang Huangdi lived, and asked to cut down all the trees in the Nangong, so as to prevent petty people from using the trees to communicate with the palace.

  It's actually a small thing, Nangong is not big, there is only one main hall called Heiwa Hall, also known as Heilao Po Hall, very small side halls, no gardens or anything, few trees, just a few big trees by the palace wall, used by Taishang Huang to cool off in summer.

  It was just like this, and the current emperor also felt unbearable. After reading Gao Ping's memorial, he thought it was very reasonable, so he approved it.

  The tree was cut down, and even the retired emperor had nowhere to cool off. The emperor's heart felt relieved, and wouldn't High Commissioner Ping be promoted now?

  That's all there is to it, but now isn't the time for explanations. With soldiers about to arrive and search them, both of them felt like they couldn't take it anymore.

  After all, they are people of the Brocade Guard. The touring censor wants to arrest them; there's no way around that. But if they're searched in public on a main street, where can their faces be put?

  Either way, it's forcing Zhang Jiamu and Ren Yuan to turn against each other on the spot. Or, they're deliberately doing this to force you to make a move and start a big deal, so that High Lord can show off his style of handling things.

  "Jia Mu," Ren Yuan pushed away several imperial guards who came up to search and asked: "What should we do?"

  Zhang Jiayu looked at the surrounding imperial guards with a warning gaze and replied: "No way, I'll beat his mother!"

  The Imperial Guards and the Censorate had a hidden deal, he understood it early on. If they were caught and lost face in front of their superiors, even if they were released, they would have no face to show for it. In this case, fighting back against the Forbidden Troops wouldn't be a big crime, and even if the Censorate wanted to prosecute them according to the law, the higher-ups in the Imperial Guards would definitely try to protect them.

  It's just being dragged into this vortex for no reason, and it's really frustrating.

  The Imperial Guards brought by Gao Ping were also in a difficult situation. They were all selected from the tenth team, some came from Jinwuwei, some from Yanshanwei, and some from Yunlinwei, most of whom were born into the imperial guard families. Although the Brocade Guard was not on good terms with the other Imperial Guards, they still had some familial ties, and it was really hard for them to take action against each other.

  "Hurry up, didn't you hear this official's order?"

  Gao Ping has stopped, he is a narrow-minded person who is good at taking advantage of opportunities and is currently in the limelight, so all the leaders are afraid of him. The Brocade Guards' incident in Zhengnan Alley this time made many big shots very unhappy, but he knew clearly that the more they stirred up trouble, the more he could show off, with no drawbacks!

  This time we can't just stand by and watch, a group of imperial guards pushed forward, the leading officer smiled wryly at Zhang Jiamu and said: "Brother, I owe you one!"

  "Nothing," Zhang Jiamu said calmly, his hand picking up the waist knife he had just dropped: "If you want to search us, you can only do it by force. Let's make one thing clear, you may have more people, but you're definitely not our match."

  This statement is extremely arrogant, but it's also very domineering and confident. People who aren't skilled enough wouldn't dare to be so reckless.

  The Imperial Guard who just spoke felt a chill in his heart and thought: "This guy looks like he's really tough!"

  The imperial guards present were not fools, and it was clear at a glance that the two Jin Yiwei men in front of them were not to be trifled with. Especially Zhang Jiamu, who looked profound and majestic, one look and you could tell he wasn't an ordinary person. If they really clashed, the streets would likely run red with blood.

  But Gao Ping's order was also impossible to disobey, and the Forbidden Troops, although in a difficult situation, still drew closer and closer. Both sides were in an unenviable position, and it seemed that a fierce battle was unavoidable.

  "Halt!" A shout came from afar, and before the person arrived, an iron arrow flew in, landing right between Zhang Jiamu and the imperial guards. The force of this arrow was immense, making a tearing sound as it pierced through the air from a distance. Just as everyone took a step back, the iron arrow whizzed in and plunged straight into the ground paved with bluestone slabs.

  Everyone is suddenly changing color: what a precise shot, what a strong force!

  In the distance, hoofbeats sounded like thunder, dozens of knights galloped over, although only twenty or thirty riders, but each wore a brocade hat and sable fur, majestic and powerful, just a few dozen riders, yet with the momentum of thousands of troops and horses, sweeping across the plains.

  At this point, Gao Ping couldn't help but be shocked and amazed.

  They were the Imperial Guards of the Capital Garrison, each wearing a copper helmet with a phoenix wing, tied with a red tassel, wearing bright armor, holding a guandao in their hands and carrying an iron bow on their backs, looking very majestic.

  The imperial guards who were closest to the emperor, the Brocade-clad Guard, the Flag-handling Guard and the Imperial Palace Front Guard, had a very close relationship with the imperial family. The Great General of the Brocade-clad Guard, the Strongmen of the Flag-handling Guard, and the Sword-bearing Attendants of the Imperial Palace Front Guard were all personal bodyguards of the emperor. They held an extraordinary position in the capital, and their commanders-in-chief were also nobles with titles. Generally, no ordinary power would dare to provoke them.

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