"Hehe, this Jiangnan really is interesting!"
Yang Zhengshan said with a chuckle.
"Third Young Master, Third Young Master, this lowly one was wrong! Third Young Master, please stop hitting me!"
Several yamen runners begged for mercy, but the young masters showed no intention of stopping at all. Instead, they shouted loudly, "What the hell does Lu Zhengsu count for? If an assassin wants to kill him, then he deserves it! He dared disturb this young master—ask Lu Zhengsu if he has the face for that!"
"..."
When Yang Zhengshan heard this, he was instantly astonished.
That was quite the arrogant tone!
Lu Zhengsu was, at any rate, a Principal Fourth Rank Censor-in-Chief of the Left, and the prefect of Songhe Prefecture was only Principal Fourth Rank as well. The key was that Lu Zhengsu was a censor; a prefect truly did not amount to much in front of him.
A Censor-in-Chief of the Left generally supervised the territory of several prefectures. Though he did not bear the title of Governor, he possessed the substance of one, and so was also called a little Governor.
Yet this young master before his eyes actually dared to spout such wild words. His identity was likely anything but simple.
Yang Zhengshan looked over there in surprise and saw a red-lipped, white-toothed young master punching and kicking a yamen runner.
"My lord, that is the Third Young Master of Xinjiang Commandery Prince Mansion!" Luo Chen reminded him quietly.
Xinjiang Commandery Prince Mansion!
No wonder!
Yang Zhengshan had not known before that Songhe Prefecture also had a Xinjiang Commandery Prince, but now he knew.
Fine. Since it involved the imperial clan, he had better leave quickly!
Without thinking, Yang Zhengshan went downstairs by the staircase on the other side.
The imperial clan was the very symbol