Chapter 243: Three Kings' Comments, Dispositions, and Orders (Final Chapter of This Volume)

“Are Jia Pu and Zhao Xing still impeaching Prince Liang?” Yang An asked calmly from his chair in Xier Commandery.

“Yes, Zhao Xing, Xia Jing, Chen Shijie, Long Xiao, and Liao Rulong are still impeaching Prince Liang, submitting a complaint to the four government offices daily,” Jia Pu replied.

“What’s the outcome?”

Jia Pu hesitated. “Aside from Tantai Ming, who actually reported the document to His Majesty, no one else paid any attention. Several military generals within Prince Liang’s party are very displeased; they’ve sent letters to our Shenwei Army, scolding us and urging your lordship to deal with Zhao Xing.”

“But they merely expressed a stance and then nothing more. I heard a few days ago, Prince Liang’s strategist, Zhang Wensong, stepped forward and sought an intermediary to negotiate with Liu Tianning, and also contacted Zhao Xing, seemingly wishing to turn enemies into friends.”

“Heh,” Yang An chuckled. “Times have certainly changed.”

Jia Pu’s expression was also complex.

Back then, he and Yang An had merely cast an opposing vote when Prince Liang came to power. They were then subjected to a relentless assault by Prince Liang’s party. This eventually led to the dissolution of the Shenwei Army and Yang An’s dismissal from office. Yang An was meant to be granted the title of Marquis Shenwei but ultimately only became Marquis of Boping County.

Zhao Xing’s current actions are even more extreme. The impeachment memorials were sent directly to Prince Liang’s son, and the language grew increasingly abusive. Yet, what was the result? Prince Liang’s party made no move, with only a few military generals expressing mild, ineffectual disapproval. There were even attempts at mediation, aiming to resolve Zhao Xing’s animosity towards Prince Liang’s party.

Compared to that, Yang An felt like crying from frustration. That’s why he lamented that times had changed. Where was the difference? Prince Liang’s influence was not as strong as before.

A hundred years ago, when Yuanyuan Prefecture was more than halfway developed and Prince Liang rose to power, it was at the peak of Emperor Jing’s trust in him. Over the preceding century of reforms, Prince Liang had also played a crucial role, wielding immense power in the military, political, and legal spheres. Yang An had encountered Ji Mingxian at the height of his power. Yang An was without support, only enjoying King Han’s appreciation, but King Han was already semi-retired—much like Zhao Xing encountering Tian Yan now.

However, it was different now. As the saying goes, what reaches its peak must decline. Leaving aside Emperor Jing’s trust for a moment, he at least no longer needed Ji Mingxian to handle as many affairs. Prince Liang’s party had also been dormant for a long time, and new kings had emerged, such as King Rahu. Zhao Xing, though seemingly minor, being only a sixth-rank official, had far stronger backing than Yang An! The kings supporting Liu Tianning were all powerful and at the peak of their influence. Liu Tianning himself came from a prominent aristocratic family, a background Yang An could not compare to.

“Times have certainly changed,” sighed Fan Yanlin, a fourth-rank Imperial Censor in Nine Heavens Yuanyuan Prefecture, holding Zhao Xing’s impeachment document before throwing it into a fire. Fan was affiliated with Prince Liang’s party, though his connection wasn’t overt. He also held a private letter from Prince Liang’s mansion, the content of which could be summarized as four words: “Do not engage.”

“Sir, are we truly going to ignore this? This Zhao Xing seems to be getting addicted to impeaching; if this continues, ill-intentioned individuals will only multiply,” said an accompanying official. “Recently, the number of memorials impeaching the Prince has increased.”

“It’s hard to manage,” Fan Yanlin said calmly. “Zhao Xing is not Yang An, whom we can easily manipulate.”

“His teacher, Liu Tianning, is extremely protective of his disciples; for his apprentice, he nearly killed Prince Ji Ye. Qin Chongwen and Huangfu Song didn’t even get a chance to defend themselves.”

“He gained favor from a large number of influential figures in the Ten Suns Cave Heaven.”

“More importantly, he has the support of the Self-Cultivation School agronomists, led by Shangluo Academy.”

“Those who cultivate the Self-Cultivation School are at least fifth-rank!”

“This group can be said to be the backbone of the court’s power, and they cannot be ignored.”

“Agronomists control logistics and finance, as well as military supply mobilization, a role that a mere warrior like Yang An cannot compare to,” Fan Yanlin explained.

Liu Tianning had just taken office. To move against Zhao Xing now would be to move against Liu Tianning. Moving against Liu Tianning was a struggle on an entirely different level than moving against Yang An. Yang An was easily suppressed. Liu Tianning, however, was not so easily dealt with. Setting aside the military kings backing Liu Tianning, just consider the agronomist officials. Now that there was hope for a Grand Agronomist from the Self-Cultivation School, how could anyone tolerate their suppression? Fan Yanlin could almost imagine those old fellows jumping in anger. Bully the honest, land-tilling agronomists? Did they still want to fight? If this group were to abandon their duties, it would truly affect Prince Liang’s appointment as Commander of the Pacification of Barbarians. Emperor Jing would surely reconsider, thinking, *My young friend, if you cannot even appease the agronomists, how can I entrust you with tasks?*

Therefore, Yang An could be easily bullied, but Liu Tianning, standing behind Zhao Xing, could not. Prince Liang’s party understood which was more important.

“However many memorials are submitted here, burn them all,” Fan Yanlin ordered. “Our people in the Censorate must not act rashly.”

“Yes,” the strategist nodded. Prince Liang’s party occupied many positions in the Censorate offices across various prefectures; their inaction would greatly minimize the issue.

At the Xia Mansion, Marquis Yingwu, Xia Hongyi, was chatting with his son.

“Linyun, I heard you’ve been idle recently and have started writing memorials like a civil official. Is this true?”

Xia Jing laughed. “Father, even you know about it?”

“The Censorate truly disregards your son’s opinions!”

“I’ve sent one document a day, fifteen impeachment memorials already.”

“You know about it, but they’ve shown no reaction at all.”

“Does the court grant me this title of Grandee of the Privy Council for decoration? It’s simply outrageous!”

Marquis Yingwu, Xia Hongyi, said calmly, “It’s good that you have your own ideas.”

“Father is wise,” Xia Jing said with a smile.

However, Marquis Yingwu changed the subject: “Then why did Lord Zhang Qing of Yuanyuan Prefecture say the content of your document is identical to that of Marquis Yuanrang Zhao Xing?”

“Ah? This…” Xia Jing said, a little guiltily, “Marquis Yuanrang and I are sworn brothers; we discussed this matter.”

Xia Hongyi unhurriedly pulled out a document from his robe, opened it, and showed it to Xia Jing: “You even copied it wrong. The salutation is ‘Your humble servant Xia Jing bows, respectfully reporting to Lord Zhang,’ but at the end, it becomes ‘Your humble servant Zhao Xing bows again, respectfully to Lord Zhang.’”

Xia Jing was speechless. At that moment, the young heir simply wanted to disappear into the ground.

Xia Hongyi didn’t say much more. In his parenting style, he always emphasized encouragement: “If you have your own ideas about governance, impeaching Prince Liang is fine.”

“However, I’ve told you many times, as a general, you must have the ability to think independently, not to listen or believe selectively. Only then can you grasp opportune moments amidst complex intelligence.”

Xia Jing dropped his playful demeanor and pondered. After a moment, Xia Jing said, “Father’s lesson is well-taken. I will rewrite the memorial, ensuring it has substance, and I will certainly not copy Marquis Yuanrang’s words again.”

Xia Hongyi nodded. “As long as you understand.”

“Zhao Xing, is your impeachment of Prince Liang for personal grievance or for justice?” At the same time, Liu Tianning was also talking to Zhao Xing.

“Teacher, it’s both for personal grievance and for justice,” Zhao Xing replied honestly.

Liu Tianning pondered for a moment. “Personal grievances can cease, but justice should be served.”

“If there is no concrete evidence, there’s no need to waste more energy.”

Zhao Xing nodded. “Yes.”

Liu Tianning’s words weren’t to stop Zhao Xing from doing this. Rather, he didn’t want to see Zhao Xing repeatedly do something useless. If it was for personal grievance, after more than half a month of Prince Liang’s party trying to appease him, his anger should have subsided. Continuing to insult without substantive effect would only make him appear foolish, and Old Liu detested foolishness. If he wanted to act, he needed to find evidence of Prince Liang’s party’s crimes. Liu Tianning would not help Zhao Xing find it. If he did, the nature of the matter would change. He wouldn’t just reveal a little; he would aim to bring down Prince Liang completely. Liu Tianning was the kind of person who either didn’t make a move or, once he did, it would be fatal. In his previous life, his executions were like this—either he wouldn’t seek you out, or if he did, it was usually to chop off your head.

In late December, Zhao Xing and the others ceased their impeachment.

Ji Chen, who had been closely following the matter, finally let out a long breath.

“Marquis Yuanrang, that madman, has finally settled down.”

“Sir, you were right. My previous approach was indeed the inferior choice; you are truly wise.”

Zhang Wensong, however, pondered, “Marquis Yuanrang did not accept the benefits we offered. There seems to be something unusual about this.”

“What could be unusual?” Ji Chen said. “My father’s appointment is a decree, unchangeable. Liu Tianning’s Censorate hasn’t targeted us. Marquis Yuanrang must have received a warning and retreated when faced with difficulty.”

“He is young and hot-headed; now that we’ve shown sincerity, he should have calmed down.”

“As for not accepting the gifts,” Ji Chen smiled, “perhaps he’s still too embarrassed. How could he accept gifts right after impeaching someone?”

“He’s young, so his skin is probably not that thick yet.”

Zhang Wensong nodded. “What the Prince says is true.” He truly couldn’t imagine what motive Zhao Xing had for continually opposing Prince Liang’s mansion. Zhao Xing was currently accumulating military merits quite smoothly at the front. Prince Liang’s party, in an effort to win over Liu Tianning, had even specifically issued advanced tasks suitable for Zhao Xing to demonstrate his abilities. Constantly opposing Prince Liang’s party offered no benefit to Zhao Xing.

However, Zhang Wensong still felt some doubt: since Marquis Yuanrang desired no profit, did he truly only wish to gain a reputation? Seeking fame by being upright was plausible; impeaching Prince Liang would certainly bring a good name. But at this particular time, it seemed somewhat off. If one intended to impeach, they should at least wait until Prince Liang was truly in power and had taken some actions, then find fault.

“If it’s for fame, Marquis Yuanrang has certainly achieved his goal,” Zhang Wensong said. “Hopefully, he stops here.”

Ji Chen said calmly, “Hmm, if Marquis Yuanrang still doesn’t give up, he will certainly pay the price for his youthful arrogance.” Prince Liang’s mansion might tolerate it for Liu Tianning’s sake, but it couldn’t tolerate it indefinitely. Otherwise, if everyone tried to step on them, how could they conduct affairs?

“Your Highness should also advise the Prince to caution the officials associated with the mansion to be more restrained, so as not to cause trouble for the Prince.”

“Sir is right. I will persuade my father, and also my other brothers, hoping that Old Nineteenth and the others cause less trouble.”

Zhao Xing had already confirmed that the previous military merit training tasks were favors from Prince Liang’s party. This kind of thing wasn’t illegal or breaking discipline, as everything adhered to procedures. It also required Zhao Xing himself to be capable and meet the mission requirements. Of course, this wasn’t solely a favor for Zhao Xing. Later, when fighting in the Azure Firmament war zone, it involved more than just Long Xiao’s unit, Liao Rulong’s unit, and Xia Jing’s unit, which numbered over two hundred thousand. The Tiger Dragon Army, Black Armored Army, and other strong armies also joined forces in the attack. Their favors weren’t just for Zhao Xing, but for other targets, to facilitate Prince Liang’s actions after taking office. However, this subtle difference in timing allowed Zhao Xing to gain more military merits. Prince Liang, becoming the Commander of the Pacification of Barbarians, couldn’t manage it solely with his Black Dragon Army. He also needed to win over other armies and offer them benefits. There was no conspiracy in this; it was just normal bureaucratic maneuvering.

Having confirmed this, Zhao Xing knew that his desired exit wasn’t excessively outlandish. “Prince Liang’s party isn’t insistent on keeping me here. Indeed, I’m just a sixth-rank. If I don’t appreciate their favors and keep impeaching, they won’t indulge me forever.”

“But I should indeed drop some bombshells. It’s already late in the 19th year of Jingxin. Next year will be the 20th year of Jingxin,” Zhao Xing mused. The Jingxin era would last only thirty-seven years, leaving only seventeen years. In between, there were several truces, and then one had to deduct the more than two years of Prince Liang’s rebellion. Mid-to-high-level warfare was not far off. Conquering the Azure Firmament mining area alone took over a year; time passed quickly.

“Evidence against Prince Liang is hard to find, and I shouldn’t look for it. But evidence against Prince Liang’s party is easy to find.”

“With such a large organization, it’s a chaotic mess; you can find a pile of issues just by looking around.” Zhao Xing pulled out his Earth Mirror, and a list of names flowed rapidly before his eyes.

“Choosing targets also requires strategy. I need to pick someone with a low official rank but in a relatively important position, preferably someone well-known, to achieve a decisive kill.”

“The Transport Office is actually a good institution, but that’s within Liu Tianning’s area of work; I can’t interfere with his affairs.” Zhao Xing pondered. “I can’t just kill a small fish and let the big one go.” Zhao Xing’s gaze shifted from the Southern War Zone and Liu Tianning’s dual prefectural transport authority to search for people. The Earth Mirror scrolled continuously, and in a short while, he locked onto a few names.

In his previous life, Old Master Zhao had specialized in dealing with corrupt officials! Because of this, he was frequently executed by Liu Tianning. It was difficult to find good officials remembered by Old Master Zhao. Finding corrupt officials, however, was incredibly easy.

“It’s you, Ji Yuanqiu, commander of the Leiyang Army.” Zhao Xing locked onto a primary target, then grinned. “Old friend, I want to be a good person in this life, so I can only inconvenience you.”

Ji Yuanqiu was the commander of the Leiyang Army, a regular fifth-rank official. South of Nine Heavens Yuanyuan Prefecture was the Southern War Zone. Across the river to the southwest of Anping Prefecture was the Southwest War Zone. The Leiyang Army was stationed in the Southwest War Zone. Previously, they would have been completely unrelated. But after Zhao Xing and his forces captured the Fire Demon Clan war zone, they became relatively close; crossing a branch of the Lan River would lead to the Leiyang Army’s defense area. At this time, the Leiyang Army was still a relatively weak, secondary legion, without even a Cave Heaven base. However, it gradually grew stronger in the early stages of the Pacification of Barbarians War. The commander of the Leiyang Army, Ji Yuanqiu, belonged to Prince Liang’s party.

What had he done? Resold war trophies, traded with Southern Barbarians, forcibly decommissioned state-allocated warships and sold them at low prices for kickbacks… Here, it must be reiterated that the military had strict prohibitions: war trophies could not be sold elsewhere; they could only be exchanged at military armories. Profiteering through buying low and selling high could only be done by military armories. Merchants were forbidden to participate. How did Zhao Xing know? Because he had worked under Ji Yuanqiu in his previous life. He also knew who this person’s upstream and downstream partners were.

“The Leiyang Merchant Association is Ji Yuanqiu’s downstream partner. However, at this time, the association head is Yi Zhiwen, who hasn’t yet handed over to his son, Yi Zhijie,” Zhao Xing mused. In his previous life, when he was involved in this, his contact was Yi Zhijie, and Ji Yuanqiu at that time was already a regular fourth-rank, acting even more recklessly. The Leiyang Merchant Association must certainly be doing this now, just on a different scale.

“Ji Yuanqiu’s official rank isn’t high, but if caught, he could be made an example of. The military hasn’t caught many smugglers yet.”

“This entire army, for the most part, is breaking the law. The Leiyang Merchant Association is also greatly profiting from the war.”

“Using this to attack Prince Liang’s party holds enough weight.”

“Gathering evidence is also simple; just arrest the head of the Leiyang Merchant Association, and everything will come out.”

“Thinking about it this way, in my previous life, I wasn’t a corrupt official; I was clearly an undercover agent! Just undercover for a long time, only now getting ‘promoted,’” Old Master Zhao thought.

In the Southwest War Zone, Yangjiang City. This was originally a Fire Demon Clan city, whose former name was long and unwieldy. After being occupied by Great Zhou, it was renamed Yangjiang City. Currently stationed in Yangjiang City was the Leiyang Army.

Inside the City Lord’s Mansion.

“After more than a year of continuous warfare, we’ve finally achieved results. Brothers, you’ve worked hard! Drink!” A burly man wearing fifth-tier Yuan Guang armor held up a large bowl and shouted to those around him.

His name was Huang Chaoyang, a sixth-rank Commander of the Leiyang Army and Ji Yuanqiu’s capable subordinate. Huang Chaoyang was entirely Ji Yuanqiu’s puppet; how battles were fought, and where, Huang Chaoyang completely followed Ji Yuanqiu’s commands from the rear. Why? For the benefits, of course. Ji Yuanqiu had a deep connection with the Black Dragon Army. The Leiyang Army, trailing behind the Black Dragon Army, fought easy battles. For weaker armies like theirs, even getting some scraps from following the Black Dragon Army was enough to be well-fed.

After drinking three opening toasts, Huang Chaoyang excused himself from the banquet and went to a flower hall behind the City Lord’s Mansion. As Huang Chaoyang entered the flower hall, the surrounding curtains were drawn, with talismans hidden within to block eavesdropping. Inside, a more lavish banquet had already been prepared, though there were only three seats. Besides Huang Chaoyang, there was Yi Zhiwen, the head of the Leiyang Merchant Association, and his son, Yi Zhijie.

“General Huang, congratulations on your triumphant victory and bountiful return!” Yi Zhiwen and his son were also in armor. However, their attire was rather flamboyant, adopting a Southern Barbarian tribal style.

“Thank you, Chairman Yi,” Huang Chaoyang dared not be negligent, bowing and lowering his cup. He was Ji Yuanqiu’s dog, but this man was Ji Yuanqiu’s partner. He drained his cup, and seeing Yi Zhiwen also finish, nodded before finally sitting down.

“Chairman Yi, was your journey smooth?” Huang Chaoyang asked cautiously.

“Don’t worry,” Yi Zhiwen nodded. “I used the identity of a slave army unit. When the next battle begins, this slave army unit will be sacrificed.”

The slave army was a general term for assimilated barbarian troops. Great Zhou took captives during its offensives; earlier, Zhao Xing, at Fire Dragon Pass, had accepted Pang Guangyao’s surrender in Xia Jing’s name. Pang Guangyao later became a formal military officer, but his treatment was an isolated case. In reality, Great Zhou held barbarian generals and troops in considerable disdain, with the prevailing belief being: “Those not of our race are sure to be of a different mind.” Assimilation policies explicitly stipulated that surrendered captives were categorized as secondary citizens, not formal Zhou citizens. If they performed meritorious service later, they could be conditionally granted full citizenship. However, the conditions for barbarian generals and troops to gain merit were exceptionally harsh; if a regular Great Zhou soldier earned 100 military merits for one kill, barbarian soldiers would receive only 50 merits, or even less. If they had merely surrendered without merit? It would take two hundred years, the raising of several generations, and their complete acceptance of Great Zhou, seeing themselves as Zhou people, before they would gain full citizenship. That is to say, they would then be eligible to take civil service examinations, become officials, and be integrated as part of the Dynasty of Fortune.

In practice, the slave army’s situation was dire: easy battles were never assigned to them, as Great Zhou’s own armies didn’t have enough merits to go around, so why would they cede them to surrendered foreign races? In difficult battles, they were sent in as cannon fodder, resulting in extremely high mortality rates.

Why did Yi Zhiwen tell Huang Chaoyang not to worry? Because he was impersonating a slave army unit. He came, and he would return. Then, next month, or soon after, the slave army soldiers whose identities were used would inevitably die. Low-ranking slave army soldiers could not be converted into Yin Gods, making them impossible to trace. Additionally, after Huang Chaoyang conquered Yangjiang City, he delayed constructing a temple, deliberately dragging out the construction period. Moreover, the routes used for passage were all within Prince Liang’s party’s territory. From every perspective, Yi Zhiwen moved unimpeded on the battlefield, yet he had never been recorded as being on a battlefield. For now, they were still somewhat restrained, as Prince Liang hadn’t taken office yet; later, they would become even more arrogant.

After Prince Liang’s downfall, Yi Zhiwen lay low for a while, spending a considerable sum to escape. During the two reigns period, Emperor Jing neglected state affairs, focusing solely on having children. In the early Martial Emperor era, his son Yi Zhijie became even more ruthless, not only selling goods but also selling the foreign races from the slave army. Why did he dare to be so arrogant? Because, conventionally, when a new emperor ascends, to consolidate popular support, they typically continue their father’s policies. For instance, Emperor Wen’s first era name was Chengen, signifying receiving the grace of the Imperial Ancestor. Emperor Jing’s first era name, Chengan, signified receiving the peaceful governance of Emperor Wen. Era names held great significance. The period between Dingxin and Jingxin was when the new emperor would truly take action. They had initially believed the Martial Emperor would continue his father’s policies without change. However, the Martial Emperor’s first era name upon ascension was Yuanshou, completely going against expectations. Consequently, Yi Zhijie, who had been arrogant for only a short time in the previous life, and Old Master Zhao, were both executed by Old Liu.

“That’s good, that’s good. Chairman Yi is so thoughtful; there’s no need for me to ask more. I should be punished,” Huang Chaoyang said, only daring to sit on the edge of his seat, constantly flattering Yi Zhiwen. He had risen quickly through the ranks and knew how, so he dared not offend this man. After flattering for a while, seeing Yi Zhiwen’s impatience, he immediately got to the point. “Chairman Yi, all the goods have been loaded onto the ships and are parked in the valley outside Yangjiang City.”

“General Huang is highly regarded by Lord Ji, but I still must ask, were there any irregularities or mistakes in the process?” Yi Zhiwen asked.

“Rest assured, the ships are decommissioned ones, and the identities used are from the slave army,” Huang Chaoyang whispered. “Every time, I personally oversaw everything, daring not to be negligent.”

“That’s good,” Yi Zhiwen said with a smile, raising his cup again. “General Huang, you’ve worked hard. I toast you.”

“I wouldn’t dare, I should toast you,” Huang Chaoyang quickly stood up, holding his cup with both hands.

The dilapidated Scarlet Rainbow battleship flew through the air over the wilderness. Yi Zhiwen stood at the bow, ever vigilant. His son, Yi Zhijie, on his first trip with his father, seemed excited. He peered into the war trophy cabin for a moment, then observed the slave army on the deck. Finally, he approached Yi Zhiwen: “Father, you are amazing! This is a Scarlet Rainbow battleship, still eighty to ninety percent new, and you brought it back!”

Flying battleships were rare among civilians, who mostly used airships. Only large merchant associations and aristocratic families could afford battleships. Great Zhou spanned a vast territory; only battleships could traverse provinces, as airships could not fly that far. Businesses operating across provinces were typically run by oligarchs and powerful families; ordinary people simply couldn’t afford to travel on them. In reality, battleships didn’t carry people, only cargo.

Yi Zhiwen smiled at his son, not scolding his first display of excitement. “In this world, there is nothing that money cannot solve. If there is, it’s only because there isn’t enough money, or the connections haven’t been properly managed.”

“Money makes the world go ‘round. If you are rich enough, even Yin Gods can be made to work for you.”

Yi Zhijie was stunned. “Father, is that truly possible? The Yin God system is the foundation of our dynasty.”

“Why not?” Yi Zhiwen laughed. “The court once considered changing the Yin God system. How many old temples collapsed, and how many new ones were built? During this period of transition, couldn’t one buy convenience?”

“Moreover, some Yin Gods are originally the ancestors of certain families. If you have money, they’ll even sell their ancestors.”

“So, everything can be bought…” Yi Zhijie murmured.

“Brother Xia, could you speak to General Xiang Kui of the Black Armored Army and arrange to swap a defense zone?”

Xia Jing looked at the map pointed by Zhao Xing, puzzled. “Why do you want this isolated corner of Luoyang Mountain, a place with neither villages nor towns nearby?” The Luoyang Mountain area was neither adjacent to Southern Barbarian forces nor to the rear supply routes. It had no strategic value, no value at all; no one would even build a city there. A bit further west, it bordered the Leiyang Army, but in Xia Jing’s eyes, the Leiyang Army was a weakling. Without even a Cave Heaven base, how could it catch the Crown Prince’s eye?

“To farm. I’m itching to farm. Can I switch a plot of land to farm?” Zhao Xing asked.

“Yes, of course,” Xia Jing said. “I’ll just say the word; no need to transfer anything, just assign it directly to your Shenwei Army.”

While speaking to Xia Jing, Zhao Xing’s myriad-method avatar was simultaneously contacting another person. “Brother Wu, do you know anyone in the Market Affairs Office of Anping Prefecture?”

“Yes, what level do you need to contact?” Crown Prince Wu Zhengting asked.

“Higher would be best.”

“My uncle, Wu Qinghua, is the Left Chief of Anping Prefecture’s Market Affairs Office, a regular fourth-rank. Is that sufficient?”

“More than sufficient,” Zhao Xing said.

“What do you want my uncle to do?”

“I’ve discovered merchants causing trouble in the war zone. If an order comes, please have your uncle mobilize trustworthy personnel to act immediately.”

“No problem,” Wu Zhengting smiled. “That’s my uncle’s duty.”

“Brother Ji, if merchants conspire with military officers to trade war trophies for soldiers in the war zone, and forcibly decommission state-allocated warships, does this fall under the local judicial authorities or the military?”

“Local merchant associations are under the Market Affairs Office, but this is illegal, so the Market Affairs Office can only freeze bank accounts and ticket office assets,” Ji Ziyun said. “Local judicial authorities are only responsible for trials. To actually seize physical assets, the Patrol Inspection Office needs to mobilize personnel, but it requires a search warrant issued by the government.”

“If it’s a county, the county magistrate issues it; if it’s a commandery, the commandery governor issues it.”

“What about a prefectural city?” Zhao Xing asked.

“For a prefectural city, a commandery governor’s document is usually sufficient. Investigating a merchant doesn’t usually require the Prefect,” Ji Ziyun laughed. “Unless it’s a royal merchant, then it’s not under the Prefect’s jurisdiction, but the Prince’s Mansion.”

“Local matters belong to the local government. Merchants are naturally handled by local officials.”

“For military matters, it depends on the severity. If it’s an army without a Cave Heaven base, it’s managed by local military departments. If it has a Cave Heaven base, it requires military action.”

“The specific situation depends on how major a case you want to make. Usually, they don’t cross boundaries to arrest or investigate, but for major cases, it’s different. What rank is the military officer involved in the situation you described?”

“Fifth-rank,” Zhao Xing said.

“A fifth-rank commander without a Cave Heaven base should be reported to the Nine Heavens Yuanyuan Prefecture military department. If it’s widespread and serious, the Military Inspectorate might get involved, or even a King might handle it.”

“Thank you, Brother Ji.”

Zhao Xing had multiple avatars, so he contacted people almost simultaneously. Marquis Yuanrang now had many connections; these battles weren’t for nothing, and he didn’t just get to know Xia Jing. After contacting everyone, Zhao Xing immediately took his people to the new defense zone. He exchanged seven new defense zones with the Tiger Dragon Army, Black Armored Army, and Blazing Sun Army. All were adjacent to the Leiyang Army. To catch Yi Zhiwen, it was best to catch him red-handed, to avoid a protracted legal battle. Zhao Xing didn’t know which route the Leiyang Merchant Association was currently using. So, he sent an avatar to each of the seven defense zones, leaving the rest to luck. If he encountered them, it would be simple; if not, he would have to arrest Yi Zhiwen in Anping Prefecture and conduct an intensive interrogation.

From early December to late December, Zhao Xing specifically monitored the movements of the Leiyang Army and Leiyang Merchant Association. On January 13th, the 20th year of Jingxin, he finally found an opportunity. That day, at the border of his defense zone, Zhao Xing raided seven dilapidated-looking flying ships. He then swiftly returned to his own defense zone. He boarded a ship and immediately smiled.

“Slave army, decommissioned ships—these scoundrels are still using the same old tricks, even when passed to his son, it hasn’t changed a bit.”

“Sir, we are from the Seventh War Zone, Inspection Department, under Lord Xiao En, not foreign races,” Yi Zhiwen said calmly. He was wearing a Thousand Machines Transformation suit and currently appeared as a barbarian. Yi Zhiwen also had complete identification documents.

But before he could take them out, Zhao Xing smiled: “Yi Zhiwen, if you wish to join the army and serve the country, why pretend to be a slave army soldier?”

“You have plenty of money and influential connections; there are many ways to join the army.”

Zhao Xing’s Heavenly Eye technique had already reached the high-tier ninth-turn. For Yi Zhiwen to try to hide from him was sheer fantasy. His identity revealed, Yi Zhiwen remained calm, merely stating, “Please dismiss your subordinates, Sir. I have an important matter to discuss.”

“Oh? Do tell,” Zhao Xing waved his hand, dismissing everyone, but secretly activated the Mirage Pearl and had someone invisibly carry a Judicial Yin God statue on their back.

“May I ask your background, Sir? What rank are you?” Yi Zhiwen asked, wanting to first ascertain Zhao Xing’s situation before deciding on a price.

“I am Marquis Yuanrang, merely a sixth-rank. What price can you offer?” Zhao Xing asked.

Sixth-rank? Yi Zhiwen felt relieved.

“If you allow me to return, Sir, you can immediately receive 500,000 credits. And I guarantee these 500,000 credits are clean.”

“Afterwards, if you wish to cooperate, you can profit at least two million annually!”

In reality, Yi Zhiwen couldn’t give Zhao Xing that much, but now he was making an outrageous offer to stabilize Zhao Xing and then inform Ji Yuanqiu to investigate the situation slowly.

“Only 500,000,” Zhao Xing scoffed. “Is this all you have to test me?”

“It’s negotiable,” Yi Zhiwen said.

Just then, Zhao Xing’s Earth Mirror vibrated. He took it out, looked, and smiled.

*Leiyang Merchant Association assets seized. Patrol Inspection Office arrested 376 main members of the association. Intensive interrogation has traced it to Ji Yuanqiu.*

*Heading to Ji Yuanqiu’s residence.*

*Ji Yuanqiu arrested.*

*Ji Yuanqiu being interrogated.*

Messages flowed in from all directions. Zhao Xing was somewhat surprised by his allies’ efficiency, but then he thought: he wasn’t the only one who wanted to make Prince Liang’s party uncomfortable.

“No need. You should think about how to honestly confess to reduce your guilt,” Zhao Xing said calmly. “Ji Yuanqiu has been arrested.”

“What?!” Yi Zhiwen’s face finally changed.

Zhao Xing waved his hand, and the invisible priest appeared, the Judicial Yin God statue emitting a faint light. Someone else held the Mirage Pearl nearby. “Yi Zhiwen, if you confess now, though you won’t live, your family line might be preserved.”

“If you resist and hope for rescue, then your clan might be exterminated.”

Yi Zhiwen’s face was pale, but he still didn’t give up. “Sir, since you are a military officer, you have no right to try me. You should send me back to Anping Prefecture for trial.”

“You don’t believe me?” Zhao Xing squatted down and whispered in his ear, “Underneath the ancestral temple on Dongzheng Street in Southern Commandery, you have a treasure vault. It holds not only stolen goods but also ledger records of stolen goods sold to various generals and lords. Am I right?”

“You, how did you know…” Yi Zhiwen’s face greatly changed, his heart pounding.

“You wanted to secretly cultivate your father into a Yin God, to escape detection. It would have been completed in a few years. Fortunately, you didn’t succeed, otherwise, even if you confessed, you wouldn’t escape clan extermination. Now, do you want to confess?”

“I, I’ll confess,” Yi Zhiwen’s eyes dimmed.

On January 17th, the 20th year of Jingxin.

The corruption and smuggling case involving Ji Yuanqiu and the Leiyang Merchant Association, and the killing of slave army soldiers, was exposed. Anping Prefecture remained relatively calm, having merely dealt with a group of law-breaking merchants. But in the Southwest battlefield, this matter quickly caused a sensation. The barbarian generals of the slave army, in particular, were extremely enraged upon hearing about Ji Yuanqiu’s actions. Because Ji Yuanqiu had colluded with Yi Zhiwen, repeatedly using slave army identities to traverse the battlefield, then sending them to die or outright killing them. This immediately sparked their empathy. A small merchant association, colluding with a fifth-rank military officer, could arbitrarily trample low-level barbarian troops. What if one day, they would face the same fate?

On January 20th, numerous barbarian generals submitted petitions, demanding the military severely punish Ji Yuanqiu. They had heard that Ji Yuanqiu might not be executed, partly due to his substantial military merits, and partly because he was once a vassal of Prince Liang and might be saved by Prince Liang’s party. He might even receive a special pardon through the privileges of a marquis or prince.

On January 23rd, over 120,000 barbarian generals signed the petition, countless mid-rank barbarian generals, even including fourth-rank barbarian generals who had surrendered during the Dingxin era.

On January 24th, the military’s only barbarian King, ‘Yang Zhengwu,’ spoke out, criticizing Prince Liang for lax supervision, which led to the slave army tragedy, directly targeting Prince Liang’s party.

On January 25th, seven kings from the military appeared and quickly finalized the Ji Yuanqiu case. All major shareholders of the Leiyang Merchant Association were executed, along with their five generations of relatives. Ji Yuanqiu was executed, along with three generations of his relatives. Xie Kuiguang, a fourth-rank military officer, and Liu Junliang, a fourth-rank civil official, who had financial ties with him, were executed! Seven regular fourth-rank officials who had recommended Ji Yuanqiu years ago had three demoted and four reassigned. 13,000 mid-level Leiyang Army officers, including Huang Chaoyang, were executed. The Leiyang Army was consequently disbanded.

This case became a prime example in the early stage of the Pacification of Barbarians War. The severity of the punishment completely exceeded everyone’s expectations. Even officials who had recommended Ji Yuanqiu and Liu Junliang long ago were punished. Prince Liang’s party gained a terrible reputation among barbarian generals, casting a shadow over Prince Liang’s appointment as Commander of the Pacification of Barbarians and Prefect of the Four Offices in March.

“Bastard, bastard!” Inside Prince Liang’s mansion, Ji Chen angrily overturned a table. He drew his sword and cleaved the fallen table in half. The sword gleamed. Ji Chen’s nose was askew with anger. This virtuous prince, usually known for his courtesy and patronage of scholars, entrusted with important external affairs by Prince Liang, was now like a rampaging beast. “Too much! Too much!” Ji Chen hacked wildly with his sword. “Aaaahhh!” A violent aura raged, shattering the room’s decorations and furniture.

“Liu Tianning, Zhao Xing!!!” Ji Chen roared. “I’ve been so accommodating, yet you repeatedly slap me in the face, repaying kindness with enmity!” Ji Chen was truly furious. Prince Liang’s faction had truly given Liu Tianning considerable deference. Ji Chen had repeatedly shown goodwill to a mere sixth-rank Commander of the Imperial Guards, a disciple of a third-rank marquis. At the Extreme Night Sea, when Liu Tianning was hunting dragon whales, he had even helped him. And how did Liu Tianning repay him?

When Ji Chen’s rage subsided a little, Zhang Wensong entered. “Your Highness, this cannot be entirely blamed on Zhao Xing and Liu Tianning. Ji Yuanqiu’s actions incited barbarian generals’ fury. Your Highness had previously advised everyone to be low-key, but he still didn’t restrain himself. He truly went too far.”

This time, Ji Chen didn’t listen to Zhang Wensong. He reprimanded him: “Shut up, Sir!” Zhang Wensong was startled.

“What illegal activities? Frankly, it’s just internal strife!” Ji Chen’s eyes flashed with savagery, his long-suppressed true nature fully revealed. “Killing a few surrendered barbarians, why execute so many fourth and fifth-rank Great Zhou officials? Even my teacher, who had already retired honorably, was demoted in rank.”

“It was you who told me to constantly retreat, to constantly advise my father to appease Liu Tianning, which made his disciple so audacious and led to today’s disaster!”

Ji Chen held his sword, his face terrifyingly grim: “Sir, are you offering counsel for me, or for others?!” A hint of disappointment flashed in Zhang Wensong’s eyes. Ji Chen’s words were a direct attack on his loyalty. He explained nothing, simply knelt, head bowed to the ground.

“Since Your Highness no longer trusts me, please take my head to appease your anger.”

“But at this critical moment, Your Highness must not incite factional strife or retaliate against Liu Tianning. The Prince is already at the peak of officialdom, envied by all sides, constantly criticized.”

“At this crucial moment, Your Highness should…”

Zhang Wensong stopped speaking because Ji Chen had left the room as he spoke his first sentence. Many footsteps were heard outside the door, walking past the screen. Faintly, Ji Chen’s voice summoning strategists for discussion could be heard. He was completely abandoned.

The judgment wasn’t issued by Zhao Xing, but the people were caught in his defense zone. Actually, whether this defense zone truly belonged to Zhao Xing was debatable, because Yi Zhiwen originally passed through the Five-Plate Army’s defense zone. Zhao Xing extended his reach, forcibly bringing Yi Zhiwen to his own defense zone, and publicly announced that Yi Zhiwen had passed through his defense zone and he had discovered irregularities. But anyone with eyes could see it was a deliberate targeting! The defense zones were swapped, various government agencies arrested people and seized evidence so quickly—what else could it be but targeting?

“Even several fourth-ranks were executed. Factional struggles are truly more dangerous than war.” Zhao Xing shook his head, reading the reports. He had only prepared one table of dishes, but several groups showed up. He had only caught Ji Yuanqiu, that one pig, but many followed the tracks to find wild boar herds. The subsequent results were truly unexpected by Zhao Xing. Nevertheless, having done it, Old Master Zhao wasn’t afraid. However, involving mid-ranks had limited impact. Prince Liang’s party reacted quickly, quickly sacrificing a few old members to take the blame. It seemed like several fourth-ranks and many fifth-ranks were killed, but they were all peripheral figures. The Ji Yuanqiu case couldn’t bring down Prince Liang; otherwise, he would have fallen a hundred years ago. Prince Liang’s party wasn’t even severely wounded.

“I should leave now,” Zhao Xing mused. “I need to seize this opportunity to insult Prince Liang again and boost my reputation.” He anticipated having to pay a price, so that price shouldn’t be wasted. His reputation had to be sufficiently enhanced. When Prince Liang rebelled in the future, this reputation would come in handy.

The turmoil from the Ji Yuanqiu case quickly subsided, as the war continued. Throughout a quiet February, Zhao Xing’s daily routine consisted of eating, sleeping, and insulting Prince Liang. He didn’t accuse Prince Liang of any specific crimes, he simply insulted him. Publicly, and privately in letters. In short, Old Master Zhao now wanted to portray himself as a staunch ‘anti-Prince Liang’ figure, acting as if Prince Liang would rebel tomorrow.

Before this, Zhao Xing had had a private conversation with Liu Tianning. “Teacher, I was wrong,” Zhao Xing said.

“What did you do wrong?” Liu Tianning asked.

“This matter escalated, and Prince Liang’s party will surely attack you afterward,” Zhao Xing said.

“How do you know I didn’t intervene?” Liu Tianning said calmly. “If you can find evidence of Prince Liang’s party’s crimes, is the Censorate just for show?”

“Teacher was investigating?”

Liu Tianning didn’t answer directly: “You said something good. Prince Liang’s authority is too great; he’s reached the peak of officialdom. Such power, how could no one be watching?”

“I’d really like to know your true thoughts. You’re not an impulsive person.”

Zhao Xing pondered for a moment. “To be honest, Teacher, I’ve observed Prince Liang’s two stints in power. Though he has achievements, the resentment among the lower ranks of soldiers is even greater. Someone like Yang An, who should have been appointed a Martial Marquis, was suppressed by him.”

“With such a commander, how can battles be won? I fear defeat.”

“What if he wins?”

“Prince Liang has reached the peak of officialdom. There’s nothing left to reward or confer. If he wins, I fear he will…”

Zhao Xing paused. “In short, staying in the army, I’m not satisfied, and I don’t want to pave the way for this person’s unparalleled renown.”

“With me here, you don’t have to worry about unfair treatment.”

“I don’t want to hinder you, Teacher,” Zhao Xing shook his head. “And please don’t do anything for me. Even if Prince Liang’s party wants to dismiss me, please don’t intervene.” This sounded like angry words, but it held some truth. Zhao Xing was also subtly reminding Old Liu.

Liu Tianning thought for a moment and stopped trying to persuade him: “Very well.”

In early March, Prince Liang was appointed Commander of the Pacification of Barbarians and concurrently Prefect of the State. In non-war times, the nineteen states didn’t have state-level government agencies, but they did now. The facts were as Zhao Xing predicted: Prince Liang was not affected at all. In this life, his power was even greater.

“It’s begun. Big Brother is provoking Little Brother,” Zhao Xing couldn’t help but smile upon seeing this appointment. “The bait is even more plentiful than in the previous life.” He continued to insult until April. Zhao Xing finally faced retaliation.

On April 5th.

An enforcement battleship arrived at the Shenwei Army headquarters. Two fifth-rank military officers, carrying an order issued by the Yuanyuan Prefecture military department, read Zhao Xing’s charges:

“Marquis Yuanrang, Zhao Xing, you incited military commanders, insulted a Prince, twisted right and wrong, and repeatedly refused to repent.”

“Marquis Yuanzhen, Chen Shijie, Marquis Yunxiao, Long Xiao, Marquis Guiying, Liao Rulong, are considered accomplices.”

“Effective immediately, suspended from duty for investigation!”

Zhao Xing listened to the official reading the order, his heart delighted. *Thank you, Prince Liang, for enhancing my reputation!* But on the surface, he looked grim: “I protest! I want to appeal to the military!”

“If you protest, you may return to Yang City and await the military’s final judgment,” the silver-armored general shouted. “Take them away!”

“Yes!”

Long Xiao, Chen Shijie, Zhao Xing, and Liao Rulong were immediately restrained by the enforcement team, their spiritual energy sealed, and taken aboard the battleship. As for Xia Jing? Xia Jing was with the Black Armored Army and not here.

On April 10th, the 20th year of Jingxin.

Zhao Xing, Chen Shijie, Long Xiao, and Liao Rulong were all placed under house arrest in Yang City, awaiting further disposition. At this time, in the Hundred Soldiers Pagoda, the new Three Kings were now King Xin, King Anning, and King Rahu. King Xin, Liu Yong, was the third King to ask Zhao Xing for a high-level reconnaissance envoy slot. At this time, he was nominally the chief official, similar to King Lingde, actually just a figurehead. The real work was done by King Anning and King Rahu. He probably had about fifty years of life left, but was put in this position, unsure if it was good or bad fortune.

“King Rahu, King Anning, how should this matter be handled?” King Xin looked at King Rahu and King Anning, referring to Zhao Xing insulting the Prince. Originally, this matter didn’t need a King like him to handle, but Zhao Xing was Liu Tianning’s disciple, and Liu Tianning was King Rahu’s capable subordinate. King Rahu had protected Liu Tianning back then, so their relationship was close.

King Anning, Ji Anming, said: “Yuanyuan Prefecture’s ruling is full loss of military merits, demotion by one rank, stripping of honorary titles, but nobility and honors remain unchanged.” Honorary titles referred to the Grandee of the Commandery Council title. Prince Liang’s party truly hated Zhao Xing’s outspokenness. Stripping him of the Grandee of the Commandery Council title was effectively silencing Zhao Xing.

King Xin glanced at King Rahu’s expression, seeing he didn’t speak, then continued Ji Anming’s words: “I think this punishment is too severe. What do you think, King Anning?”

King Anning said: “It’s a bit excessive. It shouldn’t affect his honors and official rank, just his merits.”

“Young people are hot-headed; what’s wrong with saying a few extra words?”

“The title of Grandee was given precisely for people to speak.”

King Xin mused: “If he stays in the army, Yuanyuan Prefecture might not agree.” He said “Yuanyuan Prefecture” but meant Prince Liang. King Xin Liu Yong wanted to confirm whether Zhao Xing wanted to stay in the army. But King Rahu remained silent, making him somewhat helpless. Ultimately, this matter mainly depended on King Rahu’s opinion; he was just a figurehead. If King Rahu strongly protected him, Zhao Xing would definitely stay. Frankly, it wasn’t a big deal. Insulting a Prince: the punishment could be severe or minor. Prince Liang’s party didn’t dare to use specific crimes to frame Zhao Xing. For example, intentionally giving Zhao Xing a task to make him make a mistake. His background was the Censorate; would they dare to play dirty under the eyes of King Rahu and Liu Tianning? They were still too naive. The only broad charge they could find was “insulting a Prince.” Looking broadly, there were cases where it led to execution. Looking narrowly, many had insulted Princes and faced no consequences.

“Zhao Xing has won too many battles, so he’s a bit overconfident,” Ji Anming said. “He has repeatedly stepped on Prince Liang’s nose, which is a bit much.”

“Punishment is certainly necessary, but he can also be given a chance to stay in the army.”

Ji Anming’s words were quite fair. He felt that such a talent shouldn’t be suppressed by Prince Liang’s faction. If Zhao Xing were here, he’d probably kneel to Ji Anming. *I’ve done so much, finally found the best way to get out, and you tell me to stay?*

King Xin Liu Yong said: “I also feel the punishment is too severe, and not all military merits should be confiscated.”

“However, he’s not suitable for the Shenwei Army. Perhaps a different army would be better.”

Seeing King Rahu still not speaking, King Xin couldn’t help but ask, “Rahu, what do you think?”

King Rahu slightly raised his eyelids: “Zhao Xing cannot stay in the army.” This statement surprised both King Xin and King Anning. King Rahu, actually proactively said Zhao Xing should leave?

“He is young and hot-headed, too arrogant,” King Rahu said. “If he continues to stay in the army, he might make a big mistake.” This was King Rahu’s conclusion after much thought. He wasn’t afraid of Prince Liang’s pressure; rather, he felt that keeping Zhao Xing in the army would lead to more major incidents. Whether it was killing Qian Shougang or this arrest of Yi Zhiwen, the methods were legal and legitimate. But if he got away with this too, who knows what wrong things he’d do next time? What if one day he gets upset and kills Prince Liang’s son? A perfectly good talent would be ruined. King Rahu was somewhat traumatized by this master-disciple duo. Back then, Liu Tianning challenged thirty-two academies, killing many in sparring, which was incredibly audacious. Now his disciple was the same. Truly, they were cut from the same cloth.

“Then let him transfer to civil service?” King Xin asked.

“Mm,” King Rahu nodded.

“Should his rank be demoted?”

“Demote what rank?” King Rahu sneered. “He’s just Prince Liang, not His Majesty. What, can’t subordinates curse if they make mistakes?”

King Xin and King Anning fell silent. King Rahu also had a fiery temper; he was lecturing others.

“Then still a regular sixth-rank?”

“King Xin, are you getting old and confused?” King Rahu asked in surprise. “Zhao Xing’s military merits are nearly four million. Shouldn’t he be promoted to fifth-rank according to regulations? Have you forgotten?”

King Xin was speechless. Was this about promotion? This was about punishment, brother! If it were handled your way, how would Prince Liang agree?

King Anning said: “Rahu, don’t talk about fifth-rank. You want to temper his character, but now you’re promoting him. If he’s sent to local government, won’t he still be arrogant? Wouldn’t that go against your original intention?”

Ji Anming’s persuasion had some effect. King Rahu mused: “Even if not fifth-rank, he should be promoted to regular sixth-rank, upper.”

“Zhao Xing has repeatedly achieved extraordinary feats and possesses exceptional talent,” Ji Anming commented. “Regular sixth-rank upper is not excessive.”

“Good,” King Xin sighed in relief. Determining the official rank finally solved one problem.

“What about his honorary title and honors?” This time, King Xin was wiser. He recited as if from memory: “According to regulations, Zhao Xing should be promoted to Grandee of the Prefecture Council and gain four tiers of honors.”

King Rahu said: “Whether he has an honorary title or not doesn’t matter, but his honors cannot be reduced.”

“Hahahaha,” Ji Anming laughed. “Rahu, you’re not giving Prince Liang any face at all.” Not deducting anything except the honorary title—this was clearly meant to annoy Prince Liang.

King Rahu sneered: “He wants Zhao Xing to be punished for his words, so let’s grant his wish and let the world see the prestige and magnanimity of the Commander of the Pacification of Barbarians.” Those who dared to mess with him, did they think King Rahu had no temper?! Yuanyuan Prefecture submitted this ruling to spite King Rahu. King Rahu returned the favor immediately.

“Alright, let’s proceed as King Rahu says,” King Xin said. “Does King Anning agree?”

King Rahu looked at King Anning. The latter smiled: “Don’t look at me. I’m now King of the Ten Suns Cave Heaven. Publicly and privately, I stand with you. If he committed other offenses, I would never show leniency.” Ji Anming wasn’t King Rahu’s echo chamber. For other matters, he would certainly have his own opinion, but for this, he didn’t care.

“Good,” King Xin said. “I will draft the order and send it back to Nine Heavens Yuanyuan Prefecture.”

“Official rank and honors increased instead of revoked, only an honorary title removed?” Inside Nine Heavens Yuanyuan Prefecture, Fan Yanlin was speechless. Was this punishment for nothing?

“King Rahu truly gives no face at all.” This disposition clearly showed King Rahu’s influence. King Xin Liu Yong was just a figurehead, and King Anning couldn’t possibly protect him this much.

“Let the Prefect decide,” Fan Yanlin shook his head and reported the disposition. At the same time, Prefect Wang Shiyong also received the disposition. Nine Heavens Yuanyuan Prefecture was a military prefecture; he, as Prefect, was the highest military officer. But now there was a State Prefect, and above him was Prince Liang. Wang Shiyong was not from Prince Liang’s faction; he was neutral.

“Such a punishment?” Wang Shiyong was also torn between laughter and tears.

“Send the punishment result to the Prince’s Mansion.” He didn’t want to get involved.

Inside Prince Liang’s mansion, Ji Chen looked at the disposition and almost exploded in anger again. “How outrageous! King Rahu’s actions are simply blatant favoritism!” Ji Chen was now a blatant hypocrite. When he punished others, he didn’t consider if the Prince’s Mansion’s punishment was excessive.

“Hand it over to the Prefect, submit it to the military, then report again!” Ji Chen commanded.

Yuanyuan Prefecture quickly submitted a new disposition. In less than an hour, it was sent back. The result was still the same. Back and forth the struggle continued. A few days later, Ji Chen was somewhat exhausted.

“Your Highness, this matter should be settled as quickly as possible,” a strategist advised. If the Three Kings didn’t approve, it would remain deadlocked. The longer it dragged on, the worse Prince Liang’s reputation would be. If he couldn’t even handle a mere sixth-rank, what was there to say? Who would pledge allegiance to Prince Liang?

“Fine, I’ll go ask Father’s opinion,” Ji Chen hesitated, taking the disposition to Ji Mingxian. At this time, Prince Liang was sitting in the Military Affairs Hall.

*Whoosh!*

Around him, countless official documents floated out of flames, piling up on Ji Mingxian’s desk. He processed them rapidly, his body a blur, as if there were a dozen Ji Mingxians in the room.

“Father, your son has a matter to report,” Ji Chen stood at the Military Affairs Hall entrance, respectfully.

“Speak,” Prince Liang’s voice came from inside, his actions unceasing.

“King Rahu has repeatedly sent back your son’s punishments for the four members of the Shenwei Army. My strategists advise your son to resolve this quickly, but your son believes the punishment is too lenient and harms your prestige, Father.”

“Your son specifically came to ask for your instruction, Father.”

The document flew into Prince Liang Ji Mingxian’s hand. He read it, then simply chuckled faintly.

“I didn’t know you had such foolish filial piety.”

Ji Chen’s heart turned cold upon hearing this. He knelt with a thud: “Your son knows his mistake.”

“From today onwards, you need not manage these matters. Go to the battlefield with your eldest brother.”

“Yes,” Ji Chen trembled, crawling backward out of the hall. Ji Mingxian looked at the document in his hand, casually throwing it into the brazier, sending it to the Hundred Soldiers Pagoda where the military’s Three Kings were located. He directly approved this disposition. Because at this moment, Prince Liang didn’t care about such trivial matters. His ambition lay with the empire!

On March 17th, the Three Kings’ ruling was announced by the Nine Heavens Yuanyuan Prefecture military department. Prince Liang’s party had raised their butcher’s knife high, but then gently lowered it, which caused much discussion. Meanwhile, in the military, the Three Kings were discussing Zhao Xing’s assignment. Of course, it was mainly based on King Rahu’s opinion.

“He is arrogant and proud; even as a civil official, a small local post might not be able to contain him.”

“Let him go to the sea,” King Rahu said calmly.

“Which sea?” King Xin asked.

“East Sea.”

“What position in the East Sea?” King Anning asked. “The aquatic races in the East Sea are not peaceful either.”

“How about letting him raise sea beasts?” King Xin suggested. “Raising beasts requires patience; it won’t show results in a year or two. And there’s no room for him to cause trouble.”

“Good idea,” King Anning said.

“I think it’s feasible.”

King Rahu nodded. After a pause, King Rahu added: “Raising beasts on an island is not an overnight success. He’s been away from home for too long, so let him return home in glory first.”

“You truly are thoughtful,” King Anning teased. “Anyone who didn’t know would think Zhao Xing was your grandson, Rahu.”

“Hahahaha.”

In the summer of the 20th year of Jingxin, on May 24th.

Zhao Xing, who had been imprisoned in Yang City, was finally released. Long Xiao, Chen Shijie, and Liao Rulong were released with him. As soon as he was released, he received the disposition from Nine Heavens Yuanyuan Prefecture and the transfer order from the military. Zhao Xing took it, read it, and immediately smiled.

“Directly assigned to the East Sea? That’s great, saves me the trouble of transferring. Oh, and they gave me half a year’s leave?”

“Whew, it’s about time to go home. It’s been four years.”

[Approximately 15,300 Chinese characters. Tomorrow, Zhao Xing will go to sea to raise beasts, returning to farming. This book will also begin to feature magical plants and magical beasts. Zhao Xing will complete the cultivation of Pure Origin Soil in the next volume. The content during Emperor Jing’s reign will mainly conclude in the next one or two volumes, and the protagonist will also encounter the young Martial Emperor…]