Northern Garrison headquarters.
Wang Yan jumped down from the carriage and stretched luxuriously.
"Third Master, Seventh Master, this is the Imperial Prison?" Qi Dazhu climbed down from the carriage behind them, pulling his wife along.
Wang Yan smacked the back of his head. "Didn't you see the sign saying Northern Garrison? Do you think the brothers of the Northern Garrison all live in prison?"
Zhu Qi glanced at Wang Yan without saying anything. He then stepped forward to greet the people who had come to receive them and had accommodations arranged for the three of them. He himself hurried off without pause to report to the Directorate of Ceremonial.
In full view of everyone, Wang Yan had nearly strangled Yan Shifan to death. How could that possibly be a minor matter?
Especially now, when Yan Maoqing had just returned from his salt inspection tour with several million taels of silver, resolving the court's financial crisis. Wang Yan's lawless conduct had truly had an atrocious impact...
Yet Wang Yan seemed entirely unaware of it. Under the gazes of the Jinyi Guard, who looked at him as though he were mad, he strolled along with his hands behind his back, following them to a courtyard beside the Northern Garrison.
"Registrar Wang, your neighbor is Gao Hanwen, the former Prefect of Hangzhou."
"Is that so? We both served in Zhejiang, and now we are both criminal officials. By sentiment and propriety, I ought to pay him a visit. Could you make that convenient?"
"You'd best forget it, Registrar Wang. You're an immortal—please don't make things difficult for us brothers."
Wang Yan shook his head regretfully. "No wonder you can't get promoted. If I'm an immortal, then what is His Majesty? You must stay alert at every moment; you can't relax."
"Yes, yes, yes.