Chapter 5

Xue Duo, on duty at the Two Instruments Hall, was now like an ant on a hot pan. Outside the hall, pacing anxiously atop the white marble balustrade, his crimson-tasselled helmet soaked through with sweat, he was overwhelmed with worry.

How could it be her—the delicate, frail Princess Hanyang?

From inside the hall, Emperor Yanxi’s furious roar echoed through the open doors into the courtyard:

“Seize the Princess Hanyang! Drag her outside the hall and administer the court’s corporal punishment!”

“Where are today’s palace guards? Bring them here!”

The Shénwǔ Guards from the Northern Division on duty at the Two Instruments Hall today were originally members of the Black Iron Cavalry, troops recently incorporated into the imperial guards—soldiers under Xue Duo’s command from the vanguard battalion.

At that moment, the guards exchanged nervous glances, all staring intently at their leader.

Xue Duo’s head ached.

Half an hour earlier, the on-duty guards had obeyed the emperor’s order to drag an imperial censor out from the hall. The city’s scholars were frail by nature, and after forty strokes of the court’s cane, the man was barely alive. The supervising eunuch, Wu Yongcai, then callously left him out in the rain. Sensing something wrong, the guards hurriedly carried the man outside the palace.

As they passed the Tai Chi Hall under the rain, the dozen or so officials previously driven out of the Two Instruments Hall lingered beneath the imperial corridor, their gazes fixed on the motionless hand dangling from the side of the litter.

Blood dripped from the fingertips, mixing with the rainwater as the litter crossed the hall’s plaza.

More and more officials gathered outside Tai Chi Hall over time, their faces solemn as they whispered among themselves. The palace guards repeatedly tried to disperse them but to no avail.

In the dwindling storm, a new tempest brewed.

Frustrated, Xue Duo threw off his crimson-tasselled helmet and slumped down on the white marble railing.

The rules among officials in the capital differed vastly from the strict discipline of the military camps. He could not understand them.

He only knew one thing: the delicate frame of Princess Hanyang was so fragile that just a few strokes could kill her.

If they followed the imperial order and beat the princess to death, who would bear the responsibility?

Amidst the tense atmosphere inside and outside the Two Instruments Hall, a tall figure emerged, holding an oil-paper umbrella as he passed through the grand hall doors. A sword hung at his waist, and his steps were steady.

The misty spring rain blurred his outline. Under the twelve-ribbed black umbrella, only the tightly closed dark collar, a glimpse of his long, pale neck, and the shape of his elegant lips were visible.

It was Commander Pei Xian, arriving in person.

Xue Duo jumped up from the railing and strode down the steps.

“Commander!”

At that moment, Jiang Luan, escorted by several palace guards, leisurely stepped out of the Two Instruments Hall.

She wore a pleased smile.

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