Palaces stood atop the Thirty-Six Hanging Mountains.
In the Kirin Office, tea simmered beside the stove.
Jia Huan stood by the window and said coldly:
"Less than a month apart, Pacification Commissioner Xuanyuan inspected the Southern Borderlands and slaughtered over two thousand martial artists, while Pacification Commissioner Pei went north to the Grasslands and likewise unleashed a massacre."
"They were most likely acting on Jiang Wuyuan's orders!"
"With two Purple Python Robe pacification commissioners personally involved, this must have been a major case!"
After a brief silence, he stared at Scholar and declared unequivocally:
"Throughout the glorious annals of history, anyone undertaking great deeds needed a righteous cause. Only by raising that great banner of legitimacy can we win the wholehearted allegiance of the entire world!"
"Finding leverage against Jiang Wuyuan would be ideal. If we only catch the two pacification commissioners, we must draw the flames onto him! Once we have evidence, we return to the capital immediately and seize power!"
Scholar nodded emphatically.
He would never question his boss!
Perhaps everyone else would wonder what evidence against Jiang Wuyuan could possibly accomplish. How could they shake the leader of the Embroidered Uniform Guard?
But in his eyes, no person or obstacle could stand in his boss's way!
Jia Huan gazed down at the majestic Forbidden City.
He yearned to stand in the Golden Throne Hall again, facing the eyes of officials throughout the realm, clad in a noble golden Flying Fish Uniform as the court historians recorded the moment with their solemn vermilion brushes.
Even more, he wanted to enter the Great Qian Ancestral Hall and proclaim to generations of Embroidered Uniform Guard forebears: the man standing before you is the king of the Embroidered Uniform Guard!
Of course, kicking Jiang Wuyuan flat would be the most satisfying