A Golden Tiger Tally engraved with intricate patterns appeared before Ye Zhen. Ye Zhen recognized it—it was the troop-deployment tiger tally of the Great Zhou Central Imperial Guard.
Holding the tiger tally meant that this Imperial Guard commander was carrying out a military order.
Military orders were as immovable as mountains!
In other words, once this Central Imperial Guard bearing the Golden Tiger Tally had appeared, Ye Zhen had no choice but to step aside.
If Ye Zhen refused to move aside, he would be defying a military order.
Defying a military order meant defying the War Ministry, defying the entire Great Zhou.
At best, he would be punished. At worst, if Ye Zhen refused to step aside, this Central Imperial Guard could kill him outright without bearing any guilt.
This was an extremely serious matter. They had actually mobilized the Central Imperial Guard. Ye Zhen narrowed his eyes. First, he needed to find out who had sent this Central Imperial Guard.
Yet under the military order represented by the Golden Tiger Tally, Ye Zhen did not immediately move aside. The Imperial Guard commander at the front, clad from head to toe in armor, darkened his expression as his longsword abruptly slid half a foot from its sheath.
In an instant, the longswords at the waists of the two hundred Central Imperial Guards behind him all slid half a foot from their sheaths.
That uniform sound of blades leaving their scabbards immediately raised a grim, murderous aura.
The killing intent rushing straight at him made Ye Zhen's brows lift in a frown. It also sent the nobles who had yet to leave into a frenzy of excitement.
Wasn't Ye Zhen arrogant?
Now that the Central Imperial Guard had come, let them see how he could remain arrogant.
Though they did