By the time Lin Yue'e emerged from the cells, the Ministry of Rites officials had long since fled. Staying would only mean waiting for her to deal with them.
But the governor and the chief constable were still there.
Abandoning their usual stern expressions, the two forced awkward smiles onto their faces, looking as though they were about to offer some flattering words.
Lin Yue'e had no interest in hearing them. She raised a hand to cut them off. "There's no need. I understand your predicament, but you must always remember that, as officers of the authorities, our duty is to ease His Majesty's burdens."
"Of course, of course. Thank you for the reminder, Constable Lin."
"Constable Lin, if you ever need any help, just say the word."
Only after hearing this from her two superiors did Lin Yue'e lead her team away to continue their daily patrols and investigations.
But today was different. In the area under her jurisdiction, anyone she caught breaking the law was in for a world of trouble, whether they belonged to the imperial family or the nobility.
Before Li Chen's waist token, none of their connections could help them.
After seeing off that little tyrant, Lin Yue'e, the governor and the chief constable both breathed sighs of relief.
Only after a while did the governor come to his senses. He gave the chief constable a puzzled look, his eyes seeming to say, Why do I feel like she's our superior?
The chief constable shrugged, seemingly answering, No kidding. She's got His Majesty's waist token. Have you?
Meanwhile, early that morning at the Prince of the South's Residence.
Xu Zifeng had only just regained consciousness. The slap he had taken yesterday had left not only his face burning with pain, but his skull aching as