"...by imperial decree!"
The eunuch with the long stubble rolled up the imperial edict and looked at Yang Ge, who was bowing behind the incense table, with a half-smile. "Lord Yang, receive the edict!"
Yang Ge held out both hands. "Your humble servant Yang Ge receives the edict. Long live Your Majesty, ten thousand years, ten thousand upon ten thousand years."
The eunuch placed the imperial edict into Yang Ge's hands with both of his own.
Yang Ge straightened and stared at the half-smiling eunuch with dead-fish eyes. "Aren't you one of the Imperial Secret Guards, Eunuch Wei? Since when did you start delivering edicts?"
He had never imagined that the eunuch sent to proclaim the edict would be Wei Heng, the Imperial Stables Directorate official he had met once before-the legendary squad leader of the Imperial Secret Guards.
He had every reason to suspect that this formidable fellow, who had managed to grow a beard despite being a eunuch, was the sheath Emperor Xiping had found for him.
The emperor had not even bothered with the pretense of sending an Imperial Secret Guard he did not know. Wasn't this an open warning?
"Important men have short memories, Lord Yang."
Wei Heng tucked his hands together, wearing a gentle, harmless smile. "When an Imperial Envoy leaves the capital on official business, our Imperial Stables Directorate is naturally responsible for attending him and seeing to his food, clothing, lodgings, and travel."
Naturally, Yang Ge was not fooled by this smiling tiger.
He had not forgotten the impressive sight of this bastard taking on both him and Yang Tiansheng at once and grinding them into the dirt.
Granted, he was no longer the half-baked Qi Sea practitioner he had been back then.
But if they truly fought, this bearded eunuch would certainly