Da Ming: I told you to die for your cause, why are you actually going to die?

Chapter 249 You ask me what the Anti-Corruption Bureau is?! [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

Does this really mean that while the rich feast on meat and wine, the poor freeze to death on the streets?!

These words, like a thunderclap from the heavens, resounded before the Provincial Administration Commissioner's office.

Everyone was stunned.

Zhou Wenyuan, Pan Wenmao, Huang Yan, Wang Tong, and even Lao Zhao and Cao Ji were all utterly shocked.

Not to mention the Wuchang officials and ordinary people around them, their minds seemed to have crashed, completely blank.

That's the King of Chu!
He is the current Hongwu Emperor's own son!
He was a vassal king who was based in Huguang!

Zhang Biao actually... he actually dared to publicly rebuke the prince like that?!

They even threw away the prince's invitation?!

This is no longer just a slap in the face; it's trampling the King of Chu's face into the ground and crushing it several times!
"Madman... Madman!!"

Zhou Wenyuan was so angry that he trembled all over, his face turning from red to white, and then from white to green.

He pointed at Zhang Biao, his finger trembling like a withered leaf in the wind:

"You...you dare to slander the Prince like this! To show contempt for the imperial family! You...you are committing treason!!"

Clearly, Zhang Biao's words and actions completely shattered their worldview.

Especially in an era when Confucianism had reached its peak and the concept of the ruler-subject relationship was deeply ingrained, Zhang Biao's words and actions undoubtedly dropped a 'nuclear bomb' on their values.

Before long, Pan Wenmao and the others also recovered from their shock, and a surge of joy welled up in their hearts.

In their view, Zhang Biao was courting death by openly offending the King of Chu in his fiefdom.

It is true that one can escape the calamities of Heaven, but one cannot escape the calamities of one's own making.

But soon, they felt a chill run down their spines.

Zhang Biao's resolute decision clearly indicates his determination to escalate the situation to an unmanageable point.

"Zhang Biao! You've gone too far!"

Pan Wenmao suppressed his fear and a hint of pleasure, and shouted sharply:

"His Highness extended a kind invitation, yet you dare to insult him like this?! This is utterly rebellious!"

The saying goes, "Strike while the iron is hot."

Regardless of whether Zhang Biao wanted to escalate the situation beyond repair, since Zhang Biao had already publicly broken ties with the Chu Prince's Mansion, he naturally wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to intensify the conflict between the Chu Prince's Mansion and Zhang Biao, and then use the Chu Prince's Mansion to get rid of Zhang Biao.

Wang Tong, standing to the side, also perked up and immediately echoed:

"That's right! He even said something about the rich feasting and drinking in the fields, which is an attack on the Ming imperial family and a crime tantamount to treason!"

As long as we can stop Zhang Biao from investigating Wuchangwei, even if our friendship is ruined, we can turn things around and move forward together.

However, Zhang Biao remained unperturbed by Pan and Wang's reprimands, simply replying calmly:
"Tens of thousands of people outside are destitute, the safety of half the city hangs by a thread, and the brothers in the garrison are starving!"

"Your Highness, as a prince, you receive the emperor's favor and salary, and are stationed in Huguang. At this moment, instead of thinking about sharing the country's burdens and relieving the people's difficulties, you are indulging in these empty formalities and banquets?!"

"I can't drink this wine! I'm afraid I'll choke!"

"You! You are so bold!"

Zhou Wenyuan trembled with rage, then pointed a finger at Zhang Biao and rebuked him:
"Do you still have any respect for your sovereign or father?! Do you still have any sense of hierarchy or respect for others?!"

"Rank and hierarchy?"

Zhang Biao sneered, his gaze sweeping over Pan Wenmao and his two companions, over Zhou Wenyuan, and over all the people in official robes present. His voice was as cold as ice from the deepest hell:
"In my eyes, there is only the law of the land! Only justice! Only the life, death, fortune, and misfortune of these millions of ordinary people!"

"Your Highness? Does Your Highness mean you can ignore the suffering of the people? Does Your Highness mean you can sit high in your mansion and watch the irrigation canals collapse, the river embankments fall into danger, and the soldiers suffer from hunger and cold?!"

"If Your Highness is morally corrupt and neglects the people, I, as the Imperial Envoy, will impeach you!"

"Ask the Emperor, is such a vassal king worthy of the Ming Dynasty and the people of the land?"

boom!
The moment he finished speaking, the entire audience erupted in cheers!
They've gone mad! Utterly gone mad!
Everyone thought Zhang Biao had gone mad!
He actually questioned the virtue of the vassal king, and even the vassal king dared to threaten to impeach him!
"Good! Good! Good!"

Zhou Wenyuan, enraged, laughed coldly and uttered three "good"s in quick succession, then roared in a shrill voice:

"Zhang Biao! How dare you, a mere seventh-rank censor, be so insolent!?"

"Even if you are an imperial envoy, you cannot disrespect a prince, much less spread rumors about the rich feasting on meat and wine. What is your crime?!"

Faced with Zhou Wenyuan's questioning, Zhang Biao showed no fear; instead, he laughed, a laugh filled with mockery.
"Zhou Changshi, it seems your information network isn't very good!"

"Besides being a seventh-rank censor, I am also the head of the Anti-Corruption Bureau, personally appointed by the Emperor. I am a second-rank official, in charge of supervising all officials and impeaching those who are corrupt. My position is equivalent to that of the six ministers!"

Tell me, do I have the right to be 'insolent' here?

"Furthermore, if you dare to speak disrespectfully of the Prince and spread rumors that the rich feast on meat and wine, you can write a memorial to the Emperor to impeach me!"

"Whatever crime His Majesty convicts me of, I will accept it! But now, His Majesty has not convicted me, so I am an innocent head of the Anti-Corruption Bureau!"

"you!"

Zhou Wenyuan was stunned for a moment, then sneered as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world:

"Head of the Anti-Corruption Bureau? What kind of official position is that? A second-rank official? I've never even heard of this Anti-Corruption Bureau. What is it anyway?"

"Who knows if you just made up this up to fool people?!"

He knew that Zhang Biao had brought two Imperial Guards to Wuchang City.

No matter how eloquent Zhang Biao is, it's all for naught if no one listens to him.

Therefore, he concluded that Zhang Biao was bluffing, and his tone became even more arrogant. He directly gave the order:
"Zhang Biao! You have openly slandered members of the royal family, deliberately incited the people, and besieged government offices, which is tantamount to rebellion!"

"Guards! Seize this madman! Take him to the Prince's residence and await the Prince's judgment!"

As the saying goes, when a scholar encounters a soldier, even reason cannot prevail.

No matter how eloquent you are, you can't beat soldiers with real swords and guns in their hands.

Several fierce-looking guards from the Prince's mansion immediately drew their swords and pounced on Zhang Biao.

"Protect the adults—!"

Old Zhao and Cao Ji's expressions changed drastically, and they immediately drew their swords and stepped forward to protect Zhang Biao behind them.

Seeing this, the other civilians, especially the soldiers who had stood up to protest, rushed to the front of the stage, intending to protect Zhang Biao at all costs.

After all, if Zhang Biao is arrested, they will definitely be punished later.

Therefore, the situation instantly became tense.

Pan Wenmao, Huang Yan, and Wang Tong were both surprised and delighted.

What's alarming is the escalation of the conflict, but what's gratifying is that Zhou Wenyuan has finally made his move, which will allow him to use the power of the Prince's Mansion to eliminate Zhang Biao.

However, just as the guards of the Prince's Palace were locked in a fierce battle with two Imperial Guards and several military households—

"Let's see who dares to touch me!!"

Zhang Biao suddenly let out a loud shout, which shook the surrounding area.

Instead of retreating, he suddenly took a step forward, and his right hand swiftly pulled something from his waist.

The object had a peculiar shape, was dark and cold, and gleamed with an eerie light in the sunlight.

It was his Kellogg pistol.

"boom--!"

A deafening roar ripped through the sky.

Zhang Biao fired a shot into the air without hesitation.

The loud gunshot caused all the guards of the Prince's Palace, Pan Wenmao and others who rushed forward, as well as the surrounding civilians and officials, to stop in shock.

They looked up at the sky in horror, then stared in disbelief at the 'short musket' still emitting blue smoke in Zhang Biao's hand.

[What...what kind of firearm is this? The sound is terrifying!?]

Before they could even react, something even more terrifying happened.

After firing a warning shot, Zhang Biao flipped his wrist, and the muzzle of the gun suddenly pointed downwards, striking Zhou Wenyuan, who was closest to him, directly on the forehead with lightning speed.

The cold metal barrel pressed tightly against his skin, and the chill of death instantly pierced through Zhou Wenyuan's skull.

Zhou Wenyuan froze, his anger and ferocity instantly replaced by boundless fear. His pupils contracted sharply, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

He could clearly feel the deadly aura emanating from the iron pipe.

"you you……"

He tried to speak, but found that his throat was choked, and he could only make hoarse, breathy sounds.

Zhang Biao held a gun firmly against Zhou Wenyuan's head with one hand, and with the other hand, he suddenly pulled out a roll of bright yellow silk from his pocket and unfurled it with a 'whoosh'.

That was none other than an imperial edict.

Immediately afterward, Zhang Biao glanced around at the pale-faced Pan Wenmao, Huang Yan, and Wang Tong, finally fixing his gaze on Zhou Wenyuan, who was terrified and whose crotch was already soaked. His voice wasn't loud, but every word was like thunder, exploding in everyone's hearts:

"You ask me what the Anti-Corruption Bureau is?"

"I'll tell you now!"

"If the Ministry of Justice can't arrest someone, the Anti-Corruption Bureau will!"

"If the Dali Temple can't handle it, the Anti-Corruption Bureau will!"

"Those whom the Embroidered Uniform Guard dares not kill, I, the Anti-Corruption Bureau, will kill!"

In short—

Zhang Biao suddenly raised his voice, shaking the surrounding area:
"Imperial permission! Execute first, report later! This is the Anti-Corruption Bureau!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was silent!

Deathly silence!

All sounds and all movements seemed to be frozen in that moment.

The guards of the Prince's Palace gripped their swords, neither daring to advance nor retreat, frozen in place, cold sweat pouring down their foreheads.

[By imperial decree, the decision can be made first and reported later!]

These eight words were like eight heavy hammer blows, striking hard into the hearts of Pan Wenmao, Huang Yan, Wang Tong, and Zhou Wenyuan.

They finally understood the terrifying power behind the words "Anti-Corruption Bureau".

This is a 'peerless weapon' personally crafted by the Hongwu Emperor.

It is a "royal sword" that can bypass all legal procedures, reach the ears of the emperor directly, and hold the power of life and death.

In an instant, the immense fear and the chill of impending death completely overwhelmed Zhou Wenyuan.

He could hold on no longer, and collapsed to his knees with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly, tears streaming down his face.

"Lord Zhang! Spare my life!"

"Your humble servant was blind! Your humble servant was blinded by greed! You have offended Your Excellency's might!"

"Please spare my life, Your Excellency! I will never dare to do it again!"

The arrogant and domineering chief secretary of the Prince's mansion just moments ago was now like a bald dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

Zhang Biao didn't even glance at him, as if he had just casually swatted a buzzing fly.

He slowly moved the gun barrel away from Zhou Wenyuan's head, his gaze calmly shifting to the three men—Pan Wenmao, Pan Wenmao, and Pan Wenmao—who were already pale and trembling like leaves, and asked indifferently:
"Prefect Pan! Judge Huang! Vice Commissioner Wang! Did you all hear me clearly?"

"I am the head of the Anti-Corruption Bureau. I am going to Wuchangwei to check military pay and inquire about the arms case. Do you have any objections?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the pressure, like a tangible mountain, crashed down on Pan, Huang, and Wang.

Pan Wenmao and Huang Yan were terrified. The combined threat of the imperial edict and firearms completely shattered their psychological defenses.

Wang Tong stared at the dark muzzle of the gun, then at the ashen-faced Pan, Huang, and Zhou, and recalled Zhang Biao's extremely domineering words. An unprecedented fear quickly surged into his heart.

He knew that the game was over.

If we keep resisting, that madman Zhang Biao might actually kill someone.

"This...this humble official...agrees!"

Pan Wenmao was the first to break down, his voice hoarse as he spoke, his body slightly hunched, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

"This humble official... secondes it!"

Huang Yan also managed to utter a few words with difficulty, lowering his once proud head.

Wang Tong stared at the gun barrel pressed against Zhou Wenyuan's head, his Adam's apple bobbing, before finally squeezing out a slurred voice through clenched teeth: "Wu...Wuchang Guard...welcomes Lord Zhang...for inspection!"

He had no doubt that if he dared to utter even a single word of dissent, the next incredibly powerful 'gun' would instantly blow his head off.

Upon hearing their statements, Zhang Biao snorted coldly, put the imperial edict back into his pocket, but casually held the pistol in his hand. The cold metallic gleam sent chills down the spines of all the officials present.

"Since none of you gentlemen have any objections, that's good!"

"Let's go! To Wuchangwei!"

He ignored Zhou Wenyuan, who was lying limp on the ground, and the three men, Pan, Huang, and Wang, who were silent as cicadas in fear. He picked up his gun and walked towards Wuchangwei first.

Old Zhao and Cao Ji, recovering from their immense shock, were flushed with excitement, straightened their backs, and followed closely behind. The soldiers who had stood up to protest, along with tens of thousands of civilians, witnessed this dramatic scene.

[The imperial envoy points a gun at the chief steward of the prince's residence, brandishing an imperial edict—a special privilege granted by the emperor—allowing him to execute first and report later!]

Even the prince's men knelt and begged for mercy, and Vice Minister Wang was so terrified he didn't dare utter a single word!

"Long live Zhang Qingtian!"

"Long live the Anti-Corruption Bureau!"

Someone shouted first, and immediately a thunderous cheer resounded through the sky.

The crowd surged like a tidal wave, filled with immense excitement and admiration, surrounding Zhang Biao and rushing towards the Wuchang Garrison.

Pan Wenmao and Huang Yan watched Zhang Biao's departing figure, looked at Zhou Wenyuan who was slumped on the ground, and then looked at each other's pale faces. A chill ran from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads.

They knew that from this day forward, the landscape of Hubei and Hunan was truly about to change.

Zhang Biao, wielding the imperial edict and a musket, carrying the will of the people, has become the sharpest knife hanging over their heads.

the other side.

The side hall of the Sifu Hall in the Chu King's Mansion.

The air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood incense as King Zhu Zhen of Chu played chess with a trusted advisor.

He was about thirty years old and his face bore a resemblance to the Hongwu Emperor, but his brows lacked some of the murderous and ruthless air, and instead possessed a more leisurely and profound air of pampered life.

He held a warm, white jade chess piece between his fingers, hesitating to place it.

The atmosphere inside the hall was peaceful and serene, a stark contrast to the tense and noisy scene in front of the government office, as if they were from two different worlds.

Suddenly, a series of urgent, panicked, and even tearful cries shattered the tranquility.

"Your Highness! Your Highness! Something terrible has happened, Your Highness!"

A guard stumbled and crawled into the hall, his official hat askew, his robes covered in dust, his face bloodless, and his body trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind. He was no longer the dignified and composed guard he usually was in the royal palace.

Zhu Zhen frowned and put down the chess piece with displeasure.

The trusted advisor also quietly retreated to the side and stood with his hands at his sides.

"What kind of behavior is this?!"

Zhu Zhen rebuked, "What's all this panic? Has the sky fallen?"

"Your Highness! This is more terrifying than the sky falling down!"

The guard fell to the ground, his voice hoarse as he recounted everything that had happened in front of the Provincial Administration Commissioner's office, especially how Zhang Biao threw away the invitation, fired a warning shot, and finally pressed that terrifying firearm against Zhou Wenyuan's forehead, reading the imperial edict to threaten everyone.

"Your Highness! That madman Zhang Biao, he... he's not even human!"

"He's a madman! He's a demon!"

The guard still felt lingering fear as he recalled the earth-shattering gunshot and the undisguised killing intent in Zhang Biao's eyes.

"In front of thousands of unruly people, he threw your invitation on the ground and uttered wild words, saying things like 'the rich feast while the poor freeze to death on the streets,' saying that you... saying that you don't care about the people and are morally corrupt. He even wants to impeach you, Your Highness!"

"He wielded an unknown, sharp firearm, his voice like thunder, firing a shot into the sky, which intimidated the entire audience!"

"Even more...even more, he held that murder weapon to Chief Secretary Zhou's head!"

"He even produced an imperial edict! Saying that it was a special permission granted by the emperor to execute first and report later!"

"Lords Pan Wenmao, Huang Yan, and Wang Tong surrendered on the spot!"

"They watched helplessly as that madman led the rioters to Wuchangwei!"

Quiet.

A deathly silence filled the hall.

Only the guards' heavy breathing could be heard.

The majesty and composure on Zhu Zhen's face had vanished, replaced by an extreme coldness.

His knuckles turned slightly white from the force he exerted on the chessboard.

"He... he really threw away my invitation?"

Zhu Zhen's voice was soft, yet it carried a sense of impending doom.

“Absolutely true! It was thrown into the dust in front of the Provincial Administration Office! Countless people saw it!” the guard said with certainty.

"Did he really use a firearm, pointing it at Wen Yuan's head?"

"Yes! Yes, Your Highness, Chief Clerk Zhou was so frightened that he wet his pants and is still lying on the ground, unable to get up!"

"He really dares to say that I, the king, am morally deficient?"

"He said it himself, and all ten thousand people present can attest to it!"

"boom--!"

Zhu Zhen slammed his palm down on the hard sandalwood chessboard.

The chessboard shook, and the black and white pieces scattered all over the ground.

"Zhang Biao—!"

A low growl, filled with boundless shock, anger, and murderous intent, burst forth from Zhu Zhen's throat.

He suddenly stood up, his chest heaving violently, his face ashen, and his eyes flashing with cold light. The majesty and ferocity of a prince were on full display at this moment.

The palace maids and eunuchs standing in the hall were so frightened that they all knelt down on the ground, trembling with fear.

The trusted advisor also turned pale and quickly bowed, advising, "Your Highness, please calm down! Your health is the most important thing!"

"Calm down? How can you expect me to calm down?!"

Zhu Zhen whirled around, staring intently at the advisor, his voice spitting out through clenched teeth:

"A mere seventh-rank official! A conceited brat who, relying on the Emperor's slight favor, dares to humiliate me and trample on the dignity of the Prince's residence!?"

"Does he still have any respect for me, the emperor who personally appointed him as a vassal king?! Does he still have any regard for the proper relationship between ruler and subject?!"

He paced back and forth like a trapped beast:
"Throwing away invitations! Insulting the imperial family! Using firearms! Threatening my chief secretary! Forging imperial edicts! Inciting riots! Which of these acts wasn't a capital crime punishable by the confiscation of property and the extermination of the entire clan?!"

"Your Majesty!"

The aide cautiously began, "That imperial edict... it might not be fake."

"I don't believe it! I don't believe my father would give him such great power!"

"But."

The advisor pondered for a moment and said:
"This person's actions may seem crazy, but in reality, he is very cautious and deliberate. He would not dare to do this without a powerful backer."

"He wields such a sharp firearm; perhaps... perhaps it was truly a gift from His Majesty, as a sign of support?"

"This……"

Zhu Zhen paused, a hint of apprehension and deeper resentment flashing in his eyes: "Why does Father Emperor favor this scoundrel so much? Is it all for a mere armory case?"

The advisor whispered, "Your Highness, the armory case may just be the trigger."

"His Majesty's mind is unfathomable. In recent years, rumors about weakening the power of the princes... have never been unfounded."

Zhu Zhen narrowed his eyes.

Cut off the vassal!

This is the most sensitive and feared thorn in the heart of him, and indeed all the feudal lords!

Is Zhang Biao's unbridled behavior in Huguang truly a prelude to his father's instructions to use this as an excuse to take action against the vassal kings?
Otherwise, how could an imperial envoy dare to treat a powerful vassal king in such a way?
Thinking of this, Zhu Zhen felt a chill rise from his spine, dispelling some of his anger and replacing it with a deeper fear and vigilance.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his churning blood and qi, and his mind raced.

A direct confrontation, sending troops to capture Zhang Biao? No way!
That would be tantamount to openly defying the imperial edict, confirming the suspicion of 'treason,' and giving the emperor an excuse to take action!

Zhang Biao couldn't be happier than him doing that!
A covert assassination?

With the Imperial Guards by his side and his own strange firearms, Zhang Biao's success rate was low, and the consequences of failure would be unimaginable.

"Father...you've given me a difficult problem..."

Zhu Zhen muttered to himself, his eyes darting around.

A moment later, a look of decisiveness and ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

"Li Liang!"

"Wei Chen is here!"

The trusted advisor quickly responded.

"You shall immediately write a memorial in my name, pleading guilty to the Emperor!"

"what?"

Li Liang was stunned: "Apologize?"

"Yes, I apologize!"

Zhu Zhen said coldly:
"The memorial must be written with sincerity and earnestness! It should say that I have not been strict in governing my subordinates, and have failed to understand the people's sentiments in Huguang, which has led to the accumulation of many problems under my rule and the boiling resentment of the people. I have failed my father's trust and am ashamed of my responsibilities as a prince!"

"Upon hearing that Imperial Envoy Zhang Biao has arrived in Wuchang, I was overjoyed and specially dispatched my chief secretary with an invitation to seek his advice and discuss solutions together."

"However, Chief Clerk Zhou Wenyuan is dull-witted and his words may have been offensive, causing Imperial Envoy Zhang to misunderstand my intentions and triggering a conflict... Upon hearing this, I was heartbroken and have severely punished Zhou Wenyuan, ordering him to reflect on his mistakes behind closed doors!"

Li Liang and the guard exchanged a glance, thinking to themselves, "Are they going to make Zhou Wenyuan the scapegoat?"

However, Zhou Wenyuan dared not say anything!
But Zhu Zhen continued, "In the memorial, you must praise Lord Zhang Biao to the fullest extent!"

"He is upright and incorruptible, wholeheartedly devoted to the people, and decisive in his actions; he is truly a pillar of the nation!"

"Whatever he needs for his investigation, the entire Huguang region, including myself, will fully cooperate without question!"

Upon hearing this, Li Liang nodded secretly.

The prince's move was a feigned retreat, seemingly an admission of guilt and repentance, but in reality, it put Zhang Biao in a very difficult position.

On the one hand, it showed the emperor a submissive attitude and distanced itself from the situation.

On the other hand, Zhang Biao's arrogance and disrespect for the imperial family are subtly pointed out, but then wrapped up with misunderstandings and praise, leaving the emperor to figure it out for himself.

At the same time, he promised to cooperate, so that the emperor and Zhang Biao would not have an excuse to lash out for the time being.

"But Your Highness!"

The guard couldn't help but interject, "Zhang Biao is so blatantly bullying the Prince's Mansion, are we really just going to let him run rampant?"

"Rampage?"

A cold, cruel smile curled at the corners of Zhu Zhen's lips:

"Since he wants to investigate, let him investigate to his heart's content! Isn't he going to Wuchangwei? Fine!"

After speaking, his gaze turned to Li Liang again:
"Go and make arrangements immediately. Have our people in Wuchangwei 'cooperate well' with Lord Zhang's investigation! Especially... the armory."

Li Liang understood immediately: "What does Your Highness mean?"

"Isn't he interested in the armory?"

A cold glint flashed in Zhu Zhen's eyes:
"Then let him see it clearly! Knowing too much about some things isn't necessarily a good thing!"

"The waters of Huguang are very deep!"

"If Zhang Biao wants to stir up trouble and fish in the mud, he should at least see if he's a good swimmer. Otherwise... he might drown!"

He paused, then added, "At the same time, have our men keep a close eye on Zhang Fei's every move!"

"I want to know who he met, what he asked, and what he took!"

"Also, send a message to Pan Wenmao and Huang Yan, telling them to stay calm and stop being so clever!"

"We'll discuss everything after Zhang Biao comes out of Wuchangwei!"

"Yes! Your Majesty!"

Li Liang and the guards responded simultaneously.

Zhu Zhen walked to the window, gazing in the direction of Wuchangwei, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as an ancient well.

"Zhang Biao... I want to see just how long this swift blade in my father's hand can remain sharp?"

"This Huguang will ultimately belong to me!"

Inside the hall, murderous intent lurked, and a storm was brewing.

Zhang Biao, with his "thousands of troops," headed straight for the Wuchang Guard Commandery.

"Listen up, everyone inside—!"

Zhang Biao stood before the gate of the garrison, his voice penetrating the door:
"You have the right to remain silent, but every action you take, every word you utter, will be a crime punishable by the extermination of your entire family!"

"I am Zhang Biao, the Imperial Envoy! I have come to inspect military pay and inquire about the arms case! Why don't you open the gates immediately!?"

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