Looking at Ji Yancheng's expression, as if he wanted to tear Su Xin apart on the spot, Su Xin said calmly, "Your Highness, Prince of Tai, get your facts straight first. I didn't kill one of your people. I merely dealt with a traitor who intended to rebel."
Everyone was taken aback. What did Su Xin mean? Was he trying to pin the serious charge of rebellion on Ji Yancheng? Did he think anyone would believe that?
Su Xin pointed at the Spirit Transformation Realm martial artist who had been gravely wounded. "This is Shengjing City's Six Fan Sect. He's a wandering martial artist with no official position, yet he dared to attack the Six Fan Sect here in Shengjing City. If that isn't rebellion, what is? Never mind that I only gravely wounded him. Even if I'd killed him on the spot, he'd have deserved it!"
Ji Yancheng was immediately at a loss for words. Of course, none of the men he'd recruited held any official positions.
He was only a prince. Even if he could arrange official positions for his subordinates, they would only be positions in his fief.
Under Great Zhou law, positions such as administrators of the various princely mansions weren't recognized by the dynasty once they left their fiefs. They didn't even have an official rank.
Therefore, all the people recruited by Great Zhou's princes were merely retainers—wandering martial artists through and through.
But Ji Yancheng immediately said coldly, "He's one of my men, and I was the one who ordered him to tear down Shengjing City's Six Fan Sect. Does that mean I, Ji Yancheng, am also rebelling?
"Everyone, attack! Tear down the entire Shengjing City Six Fan Sect! I'd like to see who in all of Shengjing City dares stop me!"
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