Emperor Longchang and Jiang Zhencang had naturally disguised themselves, making themselves look as much like ordinary old men as possible.
Emperor Longchang in particular had accumulated a wealth of experience in causing trouble over the years, and naturally possessed equally extensive disguise experience. His appearance now differed quite a bit from his usual one.
Wang Ansong had been stationed in Xinping Town year-round and rarely had chances to meet Emperor Longchang, so he had failed to recognize him at first.
"Wang Ansong, that brat!"
These words nearly made Emperor Longchang leap to his feet in fury.
What did he mean, "an old hand at causing trouble"? He was incarnating as a "messenger of justice," rooting out flaws and plugging gaps for the Wang Clan!
Besides, he had successfully escaped the last few times. When had Wang Ansong ever caught him? There had only been one time when he had been cornered and felt too embarrassed to tear open space and expose his identity...
Emperor Longchang was furious inside, but for the sake of the "greater good," he decided to endure it for now.
Once he successfully caught Wang Shouzhe by the tail this time, he would reveal his identity and enjoy the moment. Wang Ansong, that brat, would surely turn pale with fright, kowtowing and begging for mercy like a pounding pestle.
And Wang Shouzhe would break out in cold sweat, admitting his mistakes and shortcomings.
Emperor Longchang had long tasted the thrill of revealing his identity at the decisive moment many times outside. Yet on Wang Clan territory, he had never once had his wish fulfilled.
Because of this, it had seemingly become Emperor Longchang's obsession.
Though he had smoothly carried out this routine in other prefectures over the years, catching those local powerful clans practically every time, he