After all, this matter involved the Emperor's own son. If mishandled, it could become a world-shaking case. Whether Prince Qi could come out of this unscathed or not, anyone connected to it was unlikely to fare well.
Small fry were one thing—the Emperor did not even know who such insignificant people were. But Ma Eunuch had to face the Emperor directly and report this intelligence to him, did he not?
The man lowered his head and did not dare speak, afraid that the sympathy in his eyes might offend the powerful chief eunuch before him.
"Yes. Our informants reported that Prince Qi's Residence has armored soldiers of unknown origin, and their number has already exceeded a hundred." The reporter repeated the crucial information.
Though armored soldiers were subject to quotas, given Prince Qi's Residence's standing, an extra dozen or so could be overlooked. But an additional hundred was another matter entirely. That was nearly double the number, and it had to be reported.
This time, no matter how unwilling Ma Shunde was to believe it, he knew that hearing such intelligence was certainly not a problem with his ears.
"Armored soldiers? Not servants?"
"Armored soldiers. They were all clad in iron armor. Judging by the style, it seemed to be an old model from twenty years ago!" The reporter did not dare be negligent, reporting every word with clarity.
Ma Shunde closed his eyes. In that instant, a trace of killing intent burst forth from him.
That killing intent was directed not only at this matter, but also at the reporter.
For a moment, he even had the urge to chop the reporter before him to death. All at once, he understood what kind of predicament Zhao Bingzhong had faced in the past.
When faced with such a major matter,