Yang Ge stared at him, slowly narrowing his eyes as the smile on his face gradually disappeared, "I thought you were a friend, I’ll say it for the second time... Minister of Revenue Meng Ziqian, where is he!"
As his eyes narrowed, Nangong Feiying began to panic, immediately tossing aside the bronze basin in his hand, and loudly said, "Second Master, Minister of Revenue Meng Ziqian filed a sick leave after lunch, claiming to be at home, but we know that he is hiding in a civilian residence in Qingyu Lane... Are those two holes on your faces just for breathing? Hurry up and bring my horse to me!"
A bunch of Western Factory underlings hurriedly led the horses forward, handing the reins over to Nangong Feiying.
Nangong Feiying mounted his horse and, with a flick of the reins, said, "Second Master, I’ll lead the way... Let’s go."
With a gentle squeeze of his horse’s sides, Erhei easily kept up with Nangong Feiying as they rode side by side, "Do your Western Factory have solid evidence of Meng Ziqian’s crimes? I’m talking about the kind that isn’t falsely accusing or framing!"
"Don’t worry, that guy definitely deserves to die!"
Nangong Feiying, "The evidence we have in our hands is enough to have his family confiscated and annihilated. It’s just that this person has been in court for many years, holds a high position, is the leader of the Qi Party, with friends all over the court and proteges across the land; Shen and I have been hesitant to act against him for fear of hitting the mouse and breaking the vase..."
"It is exactly because you are afraid, because you hesitate."
Yang Ge charged into Luoyang, "That’s why they dare, that’s why they are utterly unbridled!"
By now it was late, a curfew was in place within Luoyang, and only a few patrolling soldiers meandered along the deserted streets. Yang Ge galloped into their midst, the thundering sound of horse hooves shattering the tranquility and peace of the evening.
The residents along the streets, upon hearing the rumbling hooves, quietly opened their doors and windows to peek out, and upon seeing the "Yang" family Duke’s entourage, they wondered, "Do we have a Duke surnamed Yang in Wei?"
"Don’t think so, never heard of it, have you?"
"How is there not? Have you forgotten the one from Lu Ting?"
"Yang Erlang? Lord Yang!"
"Lord Yang has come to the capital? And he’s using the Duke’s banner?"
"This is going to be a big deal!"
Under the leadership of Nangong Feiying, a hundred or so riders sped through the streets like no man’s land and turned into an alley.
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Nangong Feiying pulled his horse to a halt, pointing at an unremarkable, low and old residence, "Second Master, Meng Ziqian is inside here!"
Yang Ge glanced at it and waved his hand expressionlessly.
The embroidered guards behind him instantly dismounted, drew their niuweidao swords, kicked open the courtyard door, and surged in like a pack of wolves.
Fang Ke was always thorough in his work; this hundred-man troop allocated to him was composed of the seasoned veterans from the Upper Right Division who had followed him in Jiangzhe in the past…
After a chaotic commotion of creatures scurrying about, the embroidered guards escorted a tender-skinned, handsome middle-aged man dressed in a nondescript ramie garment and made him kneel in front of Erhei’s head.
Yang Ge glanced at him, turning to ask Nangong Feiying beside him, "Is this Meng Ziqian?"
Before Nangong Feiying could respond, the middle-aged man in front of the horse began desperately pleading, "Lord Yang, please spare me, I am willing to repent and persuade families and clans to supply grain to stabilize grain prices..."
Look, he understands everything...
Yang Ge couldn’t help but sigh, "Why is it that all of you people, every one of you adorned in silk and jewels, are learned scholars so clever you’re unmatched, yet when it comes to doing things, you all act like fools and villains, those desperate criminals who live as if there’s no tomorrow after today?"
Meng Ziqian, "This official realizes his mistake..."
"Pfft."
A flash of bright sword light flickered briefly; Yang Ge sheathed his sword, and a good head flew up, with blood spurting out in the light of the setting sun, painting a lurid crimson!
Watching this scene, Nangong Feiying was instantly stunned, a chill spreading over his heart and freezing him in place.
An execution ground?
What execution ground!
Yang Ge stretched out his hand expressionlessly, accurately catching the falling head of the dead, held it in front of him, looking straight into its bulging eyes like copper bells, and said softly, "You don’t know you were wrong, you know you’re going to die!"
He tied the head to the saddle, then turned again to Nangong Feiying, "Vice Minister of Revenue Jin Zhihua, where is he?"
Nangong Feiying suddenly shuddered, snapping back to reality and grasping his knife-handing arm, and pleaded, "Second Master, we can’t be so reckless..."
"Vice Minister of Revenue Jin Zhihua, where is he?"