The instant Ye Zhen fell beneath Eunuch Di's gaze, Jiang Meng, commander of the Second Division, had already broken free and risen to his feet. But with the princess at his side, no matter how much Jiang Meng hated Ye Zhen or how humiliated he felt, he did not dare act rashly.
And now, Princess Changle said she wished to know how the matter had begun and unfolded. Clearly, she was asking him.
After considering for a moment, Jiang Meng, his head split open and bleeding, the bridge of his nose completely shattered, said in a low voice, "Please forgive me, Your Highness. We merely heard that Captain Ye possessed astonishing combat strength, so we wished to exchange a few moves with him. We never expected Captain Ye to strike so viciously, killing one of my personal guards and one guard captain the moment he acted. Only then did I strike in anger..."
Princess Changle turned her gaze toward Ye Zhen. Her meaning could not have been clearer: she wanted to hear both sides.
"After returning from escort duty, I merely wished to rest and cultivate," Ye Zhen said only one sentence, then spoke no more, offering no defense whatsoever.
Yet precisely because of that, the superiority and inferiority of their accounts were immediately apparent.
Princess Changle's expression toward Jiang Meng turned cold. "Captain Ye is a newcomer, yet he took the initiative to provoke an entire group of you? And in the end, he forced you to use military weapons to bombard him to death?
"Do you truly think I am so easily fooled?
"As my Imperial Guard Commander, you dared deceive me. What use are you?"
The moment those words fell, Jiang Meng's face went pale. He abruptly dropped to his knees, repeatedly claiming that he would not