Zhang Ding'an was practically dragged out by the silver-armored Imperial Guards.
He had lost every trace of his earlier swagger, as though he had aged decades overnight.
The officials who had embezzled alongside him were trembling in their boots, terrified that Lu Yao would set his sights on them next.
Though they knew perfectly well that if even Zhang Ding'an, the most cautious among them, had been caught, the rest of them would likely not escape either.
Lu Yao slowly pulled himself free of his anger.
His position meant he often had to confront the dark underbelly of the court. Each time, though he never showed it, sorrow lingered in his heart for a long while.
For the countless people struggling to obtain justice, and for the loyal, upright souls around him who were harmed by treacherous officials.
But this time, things were finally a little different.
[Oh, oh, oh, my Uncle Lu is amazing!]
The little one's unabashed praise suddenly rang out: [He must be the greatest commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard in the whole world! He can spot the finest autumn hair! He knows right from wrong!]
[So handsome and so capable-how could he not send thousands of girls in the city swooning?!]
The corners of Lu Yao's lips lifted almost imperceptibly.
The tenderness hidden deep in his heart surfaced as well.
The little one never stinted on praise for old fellows like them, yet she had no idea that she was the most remarkable and pure-hearted of them all.
[Heeheehee, Uncle Lu is just a little scrawny. He doesn't have as much muscle as Grandpa Wang, or Uncle Lei, or Uncle Gao, or...]
Lu Yao: "..."
Lu Yao: "???"
"Your Majesty!" Before the little one's thoughts could stray any further, he hastily spoke up to interrupt