"Marquis of Jing'an!" Wang De'an vaguely felt the title sounded familiar, but for the moment he could not remember who the Marquis of Jing'an was.
In the end, he was only a commander of the Haizhou Guard, and did not know much about the nobility in the capital.
Lin Zhan sighed. "My master is the Right Governor of the Left Military Governor's Office, and the Duke of An is the Left Governor of the Left Military Governor's Office!"
"You truly are stupid—stupid beyond saving."
Yu Shengze nodded. "He is stupid indeed. He does not even know the Marquis of Jing'an. Back then, the Marquis of Jing'an had a fierce reputation far and wide. With one fire, he burned a hundred-thousand-strong army of the Wuliang Hu Tribe."
Compared with Wang De'an, Yu Shengze understood Yang Zhengshan better, because he had originally been a military officer of Beiyuan Town. Moreover, he came from the Earl of Guang'en Mansion and was the younger blood brother of the Earl of Guang'en. Although the Earl of Guang'en was only a second-rank earl, he was still one of the capital's nobility.
Wang De'an was completely stunned. He remembered who the Marquis of Jing'an was. The one who had fought a great battle against an Innate Martial Artist at Zhengyang Gate in the capital a few years ago—wasn't that the Marquis of Jing'an?
The Marquis of Jing'an, an Innate Martial Artist!
Lin Zhan looked at him coldly. In the next instant, with a clang, a sharp sword left its sheath and was set before Wang De'an's neck.
"M-M-Magistrate Lin, w-what is the meaning of this?" Wang De'an said, his face deathly pale, his whole body trembling.
"The commander of the Haizhou Guard indulged his soldiers in causing trouble. This official is executing him on the spot!"
Lin