You can't only love the Qing Dynasty when you're eating the fruits of others' labor.

Chapter 103 Imperial Censor Jiang brought in the Eight Banners generals to help him.
Jiang Qingyun stepped out from the crowd, his hand on the hilt of his sword, and approached Liu Xuanchu step by step, his face expressionless and his tone cold.

"Jiang Qingyun, Left Vice Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate, bestowed with a yellow riding jacket by the Emperor, the person in charge of handling the Dorgon treason case, and the leader of the working group ordered by the Emperor to investigate and educate all civil and military officials in the capital and all personnel of the Manchu, Mongol and Han Eight Banners."

He recited all the titles fluently in one breath.

Powerful and domineering.

Generally speaking, the longer the title, the better the effect.

However, as Machiavelli once said: A major characteristic of court struggles is that they are full of uncertainty and chance.

Wu Yingxiong grabbed Qian Lihua and held her in front of him.

Shouted loudly:
"Brothers, form ranks."

His men were all veterans from the battlefield, fierce and bloodthirsty. Upon receiving the prince's order, they immediately nocked arrows, drew their swords, and linked their shields together.

The crossbowmen of the five cities did not fire their arrows.

……

Jiang Qingyun looked at Liu Xuanchu and suddenly recognized him as the scholar who had followed Wu Sangui at Desheng Gate that day.

He immediately drew his sword and held it against him.

"Don't move, or I'll poke a hole right through you."

"My lord, please calm down. I am Liu Xuanchu, a strategist under the Prince of Pingxi, holding the rank of lieutenant colonel."

"Shut up and put your hands up."

Liu Xuanchu raised his hands in astonishment, and was then taken hostage by Jiang Qingyun, who used him as a human shield against the cold arrows, and slowly retreated.

Looking at their own archers, who were eager to try.

Liu Xuanchu shouted, "No arrows are to be fired!"

Wu Yingxiong also gave the order: "The strategist must not be harmed."

Nevertheless, Jiang Qingyun still dared not be careless, and slowly retreated step by step while holding onto the human shield, determined not to show his face.

"Your Highness, go inside and set up defenses."

"Sir, please take command from outside the courtyard."

Both leaders were young and calm, and neither would ever charge into battle.

……

The Five Cities Garrison, being on home ground, continuously reinforced its troops, completely surrounding the area and even deploying crossbowmen on high ground.

The constables from Shuntian Prefecture also arrived, but dared not approach or even ask any questions.

Asking questions might imply responsibility.

They pretended to be very busy, running around on the outside trying to drive away the onlookers, cracking their whips loudly.

The courtyard house next door.

Jiang Qingyun, clad in armor, wrote furiously, then summoned a trusted confidant.

“You, take my letter, ride your horse to the inner city and summon men.”

"As ordered."

Liu Xuanchu sat quietly to the side, watching. This young censor, from writing the letter to summoning the officials, made no attempt to avoid him. What did this signify?
This indicates that the person wants to know the information.

“Imperial Censor Jiang, this is all a misunderstanding.”

"Whose responsibility?"

Silence fell again in the room; the two intelligent people knew exactly what was going on.

Jiang Qingyun was also troubled. Was his South City a good place to farm experience? First, it was Dingnan King Kong Youde, then Pingxi King Wu Sangui, and they all came to farm experience.

Dealing with emergencies not only takes up too much of my energy, but also forces me to walk a precipice in a high-profile manner.

……

One hour later.

Liu Xuanchu suddenly spoke up.

"Imperial Censor Jiang, my name is Liu Xuanchu, a native of Sichuan. I was a student of the Imperial Academy in the fifth year of the Chongzhen reign. I served under Liu Wenxiu in the Great Western Army and later followed the Prince of Pingxi as the military advisor of the central army. May I ask which year you passed the imperial examination?"

He never passed the imperial examination.

"So you are a descendant of a meritorious official from Liaodong? Did you receive an official position through imperial favor?"

"My father is just a minor cavalry officer; he has no influence whatsoever. You want to ask me how I got promoted, right?"

Liu Xuanchu was about to say something.

A commotion could be heard outside.

A soldier rushed in and knelt on one knee: "Sir, they've arrived."

"Let's go out and greet them."

"Sir, what about him?"

"Mr. Liu, if you'd like to watch the excitement, why don't you come out and take a look?"

...Liu Xuanchu witnessed an unbelievable scene: thirty or forty Manchu bannermen of the Yellow Banner, fully armored and in helmets, bowed to Jiang Qingyun in unison.

"Greetings, Imperial Censor Jiang."

"Brothers, you've worked hard. Get ready and let's get started."

A flag bearer asked:
"Sir, who are the people inside?"

“A country bumpkin from out of town dares to run wild in our capital city just because his father has some official rank. I don’t want to go through a bloody mess, so I’m asking you to come and help me.”

"Whoo."

Without hesitation, the young soldiers drew their swords and spears, unfurled their banners, and charged into the courtyard.

"Imperial Censor Jiang, who are these people?"

"Two yellow flags nurture soldiers."

"Manchus??"

"Correct."

Liu Xuanchu's eyes widened. It was the first time he had ever seen what a fourth-rank official title and the prestige of a first-rank official were.

"My lord, perhaps I should go and persuade the prince?"

"Don't worry, there won't be a fight today. Do you know why?" Jiang Qingyun asked himself and answered, "Your Guan Ning Army doesn't have the guts."

In the small building.

Wu Yingxiong, who was racking his brains about how to end things today and how to kill the instigator afterwards, suddenly widened his eyes.

He saw a group of Manchurian soldiers wearing yellow cotton armor outside.

"The Eight Banners troops are here!"

"Oh no! The Eight Banners troops are here!"

Not only Wu Yingxiong panicked, but everyone panicked. This was a fear ingrained in the very bones of the Guan Ning Army, a fear suppressed by their very blood.

A nightmare for three generations of the Wu family.

“Listen up, you people inside, put down your weapons and come out here quietly.”

First it was in Manchu, then in Chinese.

……

Wu Yingxiong took the lead in discarding his weapons, and dozens of men followed suit, throwing down their weapons and obediently stepping out under the watchful eyes of the Eight Banners soldiers.

This scene...
Jiang Qingyun came to a conclusion in his mind: the various Han armies feared the Eight Banners like tigers, and their psychological fear of the Manchus was very serious.

This conclusion is important.

Strategies for future struggles.

"Brothers of the Two Yellow Banners, you've worked hard. Head to Zhimei Restaurant. Tonight, order whatever you like and eat as you please. It'll be on the bill of the Military Command."

"Thank you, Imperial Censor Jiang."

"If you need this kind of work again in the future, come to us."

A group of soldiers were overjoyed.

The Qing government selected bannermen aged 10 and above from various banners to form the reserve army. They received occasional training, but their pay was low and their treatment was poor. They were also called reserve soldiers.

I came to Nancheng today to help out. I don't even need to lift a finger. I can just stand there and get a reward of 5 taels of silver. It's a great deal.

……

The soldiers from the two yellow banners arrived quickly and left quickly.

The patrolling soldiers of the Five Cities Garrison took over and surrounded the unarmed "former Guan Ning Army".

Wu Yingxiong's eyes were filled with resentment, but he was also helpless. He really couldn't understand how this kid could command the bannermen of the two Yellow Banners. Just who was this kid?
Over there, Jiang Qingyun began issuing orders:

"Brothers."

"exist!"

"Please send Prince Wu Yingxiong back to the Military Command for a few days. All the others are to be imprisoned at the drill ground. Anyone who dares to escape will be killed!"

"As ordered."

……

After the scene was cleared.

"It's better to resolve conflicts than to let them fester. I want to redeem the heir apparent. Imperial Censor Jiang, what are your terms?"

"5 million taels."

"Too much."

"You smashed the shop, injured people, and forced me to mobilize so many people. For a mere 5 taels, I have already given your prince enough face."

Liu Xuanchu narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Aren't you afraid that my prince, unafraid of losing face, will risk everything to go to the palace and file a complaint with the emperor, seeking an imperial decree to kill you?"

(End of this chapter)