An Unusual Heir

The word "requisition" was something anyone understood. Broadly speaking, it meant the authorities taking private property for temporary use in public affairs.

But how important were those public affairs? Who had issued the order? What sort of people were being requisitioned? There was far too much room for interpretation.

A simple example: if the Commandery Governor's Residence was conscripting soldiers, it would never dare disturb a princely residence.

Feng Jun's answer was much the same: "I'm not interested in knowing. Whoever wants to requisition my courtyard, let me ask you one thing: do you know who I am?"

But that single sentence was enough to leave the commandery soldiers in a dilemma—he truly could not determine the other party's identity.

Just from the fact that this man had dared to brazenly injure him in front of the Iron Guard and kill a military horse, it was clear that he was no ordinary person—either a madman or someone with an enormous background.

Did this man look like a madman? Not particularly. So the commandery soldier turned a pleading gaze toward the Iron Guard.

The Iron Guard did not want to take over this muddled affair. In truth, he was responsible to the Imperial Guard and the royal family. Even the person he was currently protecting could not earn his complete loyalty—he could die for them, but he absolutely would not obey reckless orders.

However, the other side had injured one of their own right in front of him, and he could not simply let it go. Otherwise, he would be disgracing the Iron Guard uniform he wore.

So he snorted coldly. "Does that mean you can openly injure a captain carrying out his duties?"

Injuring a soldier was not an especially grave crime, but soldiers carrying out military duties were protected