Zhang Jing'an hurriedly rolled aside to dodge, but the sole of the man's shoe grazed his scalp, leaving a faint sting.
"All right, enough. He is, after all, the eldest legitimate son of a marquis's lineage." Only then did several young men step forward to restrain the man.
"What marquis's lineage? He's nothing but a rebel species beast!" The man angrily backed off.
Zhang Jing'an sat on the ground, longing to shout back as he had at his father, to demand what right the man had to hit him. But reason told him he should say nothing.
Still, Zhang Jing'an remembered this man: Gu Hong, the Ming State Duke's nephew.
A young man wearing a Metropolitan Graduate's robes slowly walked up to Zhang Jing'an and looked down at him from above. He said coldly, "We don't know what you're trying to do, much less what tricks that rebel species father of yours is playing. But remember this: half the clinics and apothecaries in the entire Chu Kingdom are under our control. Never mind you-even if every general of the Pearl River Army stood before us, they would have no choice but to bow their heads!"
At the sight of this Metropolitan Graduate, Zhang Jing'an instinctively lowered his head, not daring to offer the slightest resistance. This man's grandfather had once served as the Chu Kingdom's chancellor. Though retired, his former students and old associates were spread throughout the court and beyond.
Yue Ming. Though he was not the Yue family's legitimate grandson, he was the old chancellor's favorite. His presence here meant this was no ordinary matter.
Zhang Jing'an realized he had made a terrible mistake.
"Your so-called Pure Medicine Edict is all here-not a single sheet missing!" With that, Yue Ming flung the stack of papers in his hand