Joint Memorial to the Throne, Bound for Jiankang

The heavy gates of the Cizhou Branch Censorate slowly opened, and three military generals in court robes emerged from within.

Chen Ning, Vice Director of the Bureau of Palace Treasures, lightly adjusted his collar and stepped forward.

With an arrogant expression, he looked at the three men before him and bowed.

Chen Ning had every reason to be arrogant. Though his cultivation was not high and his rank in the palace was ordinary, he was indeed a close attendant of the Son of Heaven.

This trip out of the palace could be called a complete success.

So long as Su Che had been driven into harboring disloyal intentions, there would naturally be a whole set of measures waiting to wear them down and strike them apart.

Chen Ning was wholly devoted to his sovereign. To him, life and death were no more than commonplace trifles.

His mission outside the palace had already been completed. Even if Su Che were to tear out his soul and scatter his spirit, Chen Ning would not only have no regrets, he would even feel a measure of satisfaction.

"This old servant greets the three generals. Marquis Changxin has now brazenly killed an imperial envoy, an act tantamount to treason. At this point, we can only ask the three generals to take action."

The generals Li Liang and Wu Sheng said nothing. Du Ling gave a light cough, then drew a small booklet from his sleeve and handed it to the old eunuch.

"Circuit Censorate, what does this mean?"

Chen Ning held the booklet in his hands.

Its vermilion cover concealed whatever lay within, yet he instinctively caught a trace of something amiss.

"This is a joint memorial from the three of us. We ask Eunuch Chen to make the journey back and present it