Deep in the night, all was silent.
Too many people lay sleepless that night.
Near the end of the Yin Hour, before the Mao Hour had arrived, the Nine Gates Commander's Residence blazed with lights.
Jia Baoyu put on his black Flying Fish Uniform and slowly stroked his Embroidered Spring Saber.
"Baoyu!"
Clad in black-and-gold armor, Wang Ziteng strode in with the bearing of a dragon and a tiger and said sternly:
"After you follow Pacification Commissioner Qin to arrest the nine degrees of kinship of the Jia clan, return to the Embroidered Uniform Guard Office and quietly await the good news."
"Remember, your uncle will secretly hide the corpses and claim that you fought valiantly to kill the rebels. That merit will earn you a promotion. If we can find that beast's trusted subordinate, then with the corpses of two Thousand-Household Commanders to your credit, you will at least become a Hundred-Household Commander with three strands of Golden Thread!"
At these words, Jia Baoyu's fighting spirit soared, his blood boiling!
A silver-white Flying Fish Uniform!
How imposing and glorious would I look wearing it?
Wang Ziteng fixed his nephew with a burning gaze and added a warning:
"You won't lose control of yourself in grief, will you? If you start spouting nonsense and anger His Majesty, he really will have you executed."
In a few more hours, Baoyu's relatives would all be sliced apart, cut by cut. He feared that excessive grief would drive Baoyu into another fit of crazed babbling. The Embroidered Uniform Guard Office was full of informants.
Jia Baoyu hastily shook his head and said angrily:
"They refused good advice and brought the bitter consequences on themselves. They deserve to fall into the Abyss. Once, it would have hurt me to death, but now I'm numb.