"Very good, very good, Jiang Che. You're very good." Yang Xian narrowed his eyes and repeatedly praised him, the anger in his gaze rising to its peak as he raised a hand and pointed at Jiang Che twice.
"Thanks to all of you, Jiang has always been doing very well."
"Humph!"
With a sweep of his sleeve, Yang Xian turned and left.
Taking action was impossible. If the authorities fell into internal conflict and the two western and northern camps slaughtered one another, he himself would not escape responsibility. But that did not mean he would let the other side off.
He refused to believe that Zhao Mingcheng and Zhu Sheng would truly allow a mere commander to act so brazenly.
North City Commander Song Yi exchanged a glance with Clerk Lu Guan, then casually waved his hand and led his people away.
Only Captain Chen shook his head at Jiang Che, signaling for him to be careful.
No matter what, Yang Xian was an eighth-rank official with real authority, and he possessed considerable strength and means. Refusing to give him even a shred of face was bound to cause trouble.
At this point, Jiang Che also abandoned the thought of taking out silver to share with them. If the other side had been willing to negotiate, he would not have acted so arbitrarily. But they had come up and immediately accused him, clearly intending to put him to death.
Giving them silver now would only make him a fool.
"Dabiao."
"My lord."
"Divide all the cash silver from Hundred Medicine Hall into two portions. Escort one half to Zhu Manor immediately. Find several trustworthy men to deliver the other half to Captain Qi of Wind Camp.
Tell him Jiang wishes to ask him for a small favor."
Naturally, Jiang