Chen Xiang paid no heed to any of that. He swung his spear hard, pointing its tip at the Flying Boat. "Back up! Get in line!"
The words had barely left his mouth.
The Flying Boat's cabin door slowly opened from within, and Chen Wei stepped out with his hands clasped behind his back.
Chen Xiang froze, his large eyes instantly going round. Why was it his own dad?
He hadn't even been on duty for half an hour, and the very first rule-breaking Flying Boat he stopped was his dad's?
Below the Flying Boat.
Old Li looked up and caught sight of Chen Wei standing on the deck. He jolted in fright.
"Oh, my dear grandpa..."
He rushed up to Chen Xiang in a few hurried strides, reaching to cover the little charcoal lump's mouth.
"Stop messing around!"
"Do you have a death wish? This is Lord Chen of the Discipline Inspection Court!"
"Now, now." Chen Wei raised a hand and waved casually.
Old Li froze where he stood, no longer daring to put any pressure on the hand holding Chen Xiang.
Chen Wei turned his head, glanced at where the Flying Boat had stopped, then looked down at the white boundary line drawn on the ground.
The Flying Boat's bow had indeed crossed the white line by more than half a foot.
"Good." Chen Wei nodded, his tone calm. "The Flying Boat has indeed broken the rules and crossed the line. We enforce conduct discipline; we can't break the rules ourselves. Back up and get in line."
The Censorate's Immortal Officials on deck were stunned.
Back up?
Get in line?
Since when had a boat belonging to their Discipline Inspection Court ever queued outside Lingxiao Palace?
In the past, whenever those Heavenly Soldiers saw the purple flag, hadn't