The red-robed elder moved his lips, wanting to argue further, but before the words could leave his mouth, he knew they were futile against the man before him.
If they were of any use, he wouldn’t be here.
He picked up the teacup and meticulously drank every last drop of tea from it, sighed with the profound tone of an elderly man, "The bravery of a mere individual can neither govern a nation nor save one..."
"Your actions..."
Yang Ge, dragging his sword, slowly stepped forward, "are not worthy to judge me!"
The elder lifted his heavy eyelids to look at him, and offered his final proposal, "Cease this now, and I assure you the position of garrison commander within three years!"
"Ha!"
Yang Ge let out a light chuckle and swiftly swung his sword.
The head of the man with unseeing eyes flew up and landed precisely in the open fingers of his left hand.
Yang Ge, holding the head, turned and left.
"Father..."
Yang Ge had barely stepped out of the main gate when he heard an enraged shout.
He turned at the sound, only to see an imposing middle-aged man dressed in gilt-red silk leading a dense crowd of household guards surging from the left, the leading man in silk staring at the head in his hand with eyes wide and full of vengeful rage.
Just as Yang Ge hesitated, that man in silk pointed at him, roared furiously, "For the official here, kill him, chop his body into pieces and grind him into mincemeat for dogs!"
Upon hearing this, all of Yang Ge’s hesitation vanished in an instant, and he charged like the wind toward the silk-clad middle-aged man.
The swarm of household guards rushed at him with swords and clubs raised.
Yang Ge leaped into the air, twisted his body, kicked out, and countless leg shadows fell like hail among the thick mass of guards.
The powerful force of his kicks on their bodies was like being struck by swinging iron hammers.
In an instant, bodies and horses were strewn about, and the guards, who had been so fierce just a moment before, were now a pile of wretches screaming in agony, clinging to their broken limbs.
Having trained martial arts to the True Essence level, unless there was a giant of the same calibre to aid them, or one foolishly chose to clash head-on with an army, the tactic of human wave attacks wasn’t very effective; even if one couldn’t win, it wasn’t hard to escape.
In the past, 30,000 elite Tartars along with numerous masters besieged Lü Mountain and still couldn’t capture Lei Heng and Jiang Kui...
Yang Ge landed in front of the silk-clad middle-aged man, his fierce evil Qi scaring him into retreating several steps, and he fell to the ground, crying out in a hoarse voice, "This official is from the Jiangzhe Provincial Administration..."
"Pssht."
Yang Ge, expressionless, swung his sword and another head with unseeing eyes flew into his left palm, the father and son’s faces squeezed together, reunited.
He held the two bloody heads in one hand and the blood-dripping long sword in the other, looking around.
The guards with broken limbs immediately scurried away from him using both hands and feet.
"Ah..."
He sighed silently and whisked himself away with steps as long as strides.
...
Yang Tiansheng slowly came to, his eyes greeted by the familiar beams of the ceiling where he had been resting.
He stared blankly at the beams for several seconds, then suddenly realizing his situation, he flipped over like a carp and leaped up, about to call out loudly, only to see Yang Ge, now in a fresh set of white clothes, sitting at the nearby dining table, eating his meal.
Looking closer, to his dismay, those were actually his own clothes!
"Awake?"
Yang Ge glanced over, tapping his rice bowl with his chopsticks, "Come and eat... hm, your cook’s culinary skills are quite good!"
He scrutinized Yang Ge with uncertainty up and down, "You didn’t go to Shanshui Garden?"
Yang Ge, who was shoving a large mouthful of food into his mouth, nodded affirmatively with grunts and hums.
Relieved, Yang Tiansheng sat at the dining table, took up his rice bowl, and began to laugh gleefully, "That’s more like it! If you didn’t include your brother in such fun, I’d have to cut ties with you!"
The scoundrel was still keen on joining the excitement, not even mentioning the fact that Yang Ge had knocked him out in the street with a single blow.
Yang Ge: "Ah, right, right, right..."
Just as Yang Tiansheng had shoveled a mouthful of food, Wei Xin’s respectful voice came from outside the door, "Second Master, the heads of that pair of dog officials have been properly preserved in lime."
The two pairs of chopsticks reaching into the same dish abruptly stopped.
Yang Ge gave Yang Tiansheng an overwhelmed look.
Yang Tiansheng gazed back at Yang Ge, stunned.
Yang Ge, quick as a flash, protected his rice bowl, and leaped up.
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"Puh..."
Yang Tiansheng’s mouthful of food spewed out like a fountain onto the spot where Yang Ge had just been sitting. He slowly raised his head, his face filled with disbelief as he looked at Yang Ge, "You’ve finished the job already?"
Yang Ge glanced at him and tilted the bowl in his hands, shoveling the last of the food into his mouth with a few swift movements of his chopsticks.
Yang Tiansheng, taken aback, dropped his chopsticks and leapt up, lunging at Yang Ge with both hands clutching his throat in a rage, shaking him violently. "Yang Erlang, you truly deserve to die!"
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Yang Ge stretched his neck, his face red and his ears scarlet as he struggled to swallow the food in his mouth, loudly gasping for air, "Water, water, water..."
Yang Tiansheng snarled, "Choke on it, you bastard... Ah, Yang Erlang, you really do deserve to die!"
Outside the door, Wei Xin, bowing respectfully, listened to the sounds of the commotion inside the room and smiled knowingly to himself.
Indeed, blood is thicker than water, even for half-brothers with different mothers!
Perfect, his own Fragrance Master was somewhat lacking upstairs, but Erlang’s mind was nimble and his tactics brilliant.
In the future, anyone thinking of plotting against his Fragrance Master would have to weigh if their neck could withstand Erlang’s blade!
He quietly withdrew, careful not to be caught in the crossfire should the city gates catch fire.
...
"Smack."
The teacup slipped from his grasp and shattered on the floor.
"What did you say?"
The middle-aged Jiang-Zhe Commission of Provincial Administration, Lan Guang, exclaimed in disbelief, "Who did you say was behind the harm done to Geng and his son?"
The black-clad constable bowing below reported, "My lord, according to our investigation, the weapon used by the intruder at Shanshui Garden bears a striking resemblance to the famously known Cold Moon Treasure Blade. Furthermore, there have been recent reports that Yang... Lord Yang Erlang, under the alias ’Qian’ Ding Xiu, appeared in Huai’an and with a single stroke, killed the well-known martial artist Xiang Feilong, who was in conflict with Lianhuan Fort. I have reason to suspect, the one who killed Geng, was Lord Yang himself!"
Lan Guang, in a fit of rage, slammed his hand on the table as he stood up, "With such significant news, why report it only now?"
The black-clad constable stammered, "I had only heard of Lord Yang’s appearance in Huai’an before this and had no idea he had gone to Hangzhou..."
"Damn your ancestors for eighteen generations!"
Lan Guang, unable to contain his fury, grabbed the inkstone from the desk and hurled it. "Get out, get out!"
"Yes, yes, yes..."
The constable nodded subserviently, backing out of the office.
But as soon as he was out of Lan Guang’s line of sight, he straightened up, looked contemptuously back at the office, dusted off the ink stains from his clothes disdainfully, and walked away slowly, humming a tune to himself, "Oh, how truly, truly happy we commoners are..."
Lord Yang has returned, and I’d like to see just how long you can stay pleased with yourself!
Inside the office, Lan Guang who had collapsed back into the Taishi Chair, was rubbing the cold sweat on his forehead and muttering to himself, "This is terrible, terrible..."
Back then, when Yang Erlang had first started brandishing his imperial envoy status, he didn’t take Yang Erlang seriously at all.
You, an envoy of the emperor, may be high-ranking and powerful, but could you really touch me, an esteemed Minister of Provincial Administration?
Did you ask the honored officials in the court?
Even later, when Yang Erlang was arresting corrupt officials fervently in Jiangzhe, he still didn’t take Yang Erlang seriously.
Despite being an imperial envoy stationed in Hangzhou for so long, he had never visited Hangzhou to see Yang Erlang once, which spoke volumes...
It was only after Yang Erlang held a public execution in Yangzhou and beheaded a hundred officials from Jiangzhe that he finally started to fear!
With so many officials killed, to say that Yang Erlang wouldn’t dare move against him, a Jiangzhe Minister of Provincial Administration, he didn’t believe it himself!
Now, Yang Erlang had lost his official status, but he acted even more recklessly, boldly and decisively, beheading their party leader and first-class official Geng Jingzhong and his son like slaughtering dogs...
To kill him, a second-rank Minister of Provincial Administration, wouldn’t it be as easy as killing a chicken?
"No, no, I must make plans, I must save myself..."
He covered his forehead with his hands, his face covered in cold sweat as he spoke to himself, "Seek help from King Ning? No, no, King Ning can’t control that murderer!"
"Return to the capital?"
"Right, right, right, return to the capital to report, go back to the capital to report!"
"Even if it means giving up the position of Minister of Provincial Administration..."
"It’s still better than losing my life!"
As if grasping at the last straw, Lan Guang rose from his chair, delirious, and shouted, "Someone, someone!"