Under a cloudless sky, Jia Huan entered the Southern Commandant Office.
The office of the Embroidered Uniform Guard Commissioner.
"You're here. Sit." Commissioner Ouyang poured a cup of hot tea and asked without preamble:
"You'll lead the team overseeing all matters at next month's Martial Arts Tournament. Any objections?"
"As you command." Jia Huan readily agreed.
First, if Pacification Commissioner Xu had not stormed into the inner court, Scholar would likely have died a horrible death at Eunuch Dai's hands. This was the promise he had made to Lord Xu.
Second, the Misty Rain Tower would surely reward him handsomely afterward. He was eager to see what that reward would be.
Third, he would have a chance to slaughter members of the Demon Sect and reap Sin Value like mad!
Commissioner Ouyang continued:
"If anything unexpected happens, the court will issue you an official authorization to mobilize troops. As for the palace experts maintained by the imperial family, the Imperial Clan Court commands them. In an emergency, they will also assist the Embroidered Uniform Guard. Everything must serve to uphold the dignity of the state and its altars!"
Jia Huan nodded.
"Understood, sir."
With official business concluded, Commissioner Ouyang teased:
"It's rare to see you taking things easy."
Jia Huan smiled.
"Even someone running himself ragged for the court needs an occasional rest."
In truth, he had no major cases on hand. As for the mountain of small and medium-sized cases, a Thousand-Household Commander could hardly handle every one personally. How would the men under him improve otherwise?
Even without taking part himself, as the man at the helm of the Qi'an Office Guard Station, he still received a trickle of Sin Value every day.
He returned to his own yamen.
Jia Huan leafed through the case files and documents,