I have been a county magistrate for ten years. My subordinates insist on giving me a yellow robe.

The lieutenant general felt as if his brain was about to explode.

The four-clawed golden dragon, the sword bestowed by his father, the crown prince of the Eastern Palace.

These words hit his fragile heart like heavy hammers.

It was not until he heard the sporadic voices of "Greetings to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince" around him that he suddenly came to his senses.

"See His Highness the Crown Prince!"

Duanmu Yuanchen stepped forward, his hands holding the sword trembling, but he did not retreat at all.

"Tell me, where were the prisoners in the cell taken?!"

Cold sweat instantly broke out on the lieutenant's forehead. These people had been taken away for a quarter of an hour, and now he was afraid that the pits for burying them had been dug.

"At the execution ground..."

"Take me there!" Duanmu Yuanchen roared in a low voice.

"Yes!"

The lieutenant general quickly stood up and glanced at the soldiers around him. The latter immediately understood and ran towards the execution ground first.

At this time, in the execution ground, Jiang Yuan and others formed a circle and were confronting the surrounding soldiers.

Xue Zhen, who was originally confident of victory, did not come and felt a burst of frustration.

It would have been fine if he hadn't been able to kill Jiang Yuan because a guy holding the token of the Minister of Revenue showed up unexpectedly.

Why is there a sound of chaos coming from the camp?

What happened today?

Normally, the city defense forces might not encounter any incidents for three to five years, so why are there so many incidents happening one after another tonight?

Just when Xue Zhen was getting restless, a soldier came quickly.

"General, I have something important to report."

"Speak." Xue Zhen said in a deep voice.

The soldier looked around, stood up, leaned forward and whispered something.

Under the gaze of everyone, Xue Zhen's expression was first confusion, shock, and then disbelief.

"Are you sure? Are you sure?" Xue Zhen still said in a tone of disbelief.

"General, it's absolutely true. There's no doubt about it."

"Take me there quickly!" Xue Zhen was anxious.

The Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace actually came in the middle of the night. He just came and barged in.

That would be fine, but he even asked to see Jiang Yuan. What is going on?

What is Jiang Yuan's identity? He was able to get the Minister of Revenue's people to come to his rescue, and now even the Crown Prince has come.

At the same time, Xue Zhen felt relieved. Fortunately, someone interfered and failed to kill Jiang Yuan, otherwise he would be in big trouble today.

"Take me there quickly!"

"General please!"

As soon as the two finished speaking, Duanmu Yuanchen rushed over to the gate of the execution ground, crying out with a tearful voice:

"Jiang Yuan! Old Jiang, where are you? I'm here to save you! Are you still alive? Am I too late?"

Xue Zhen's heart trembled, and he quickly jumped off his horse and ran over, bowing to salute.

"See..."

"Shut up!" Duanmu Yuanchen roared angrily, holding a long sword and approaching Xue Zhen step by step.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Xue Zhen had no intention of resisting at all and just let Duanmu Yuanchen put the sword on his neck.

"Your Highness, I..."

"Did you kill Jiang Yuan?" Duanmu Yuanchen's eyes were red.

"No! No, he hasn't been killed yet. He's right there." Xue Zhen quickly pointed at Jiang Yuan, who was so shocked that he was questioning his life.

What the hell is going on?

It would have been fine if Li Hu had held the token of the Minister of Revenue, but how dare Wang Mu hold a long sword directly against Xue Zhen's neck.

Threatening the city defense commander is a capital crime!

But why didn't Xue Zhen show any anger at all? He even looked frightened.

Wang Chen, oh no, what is Wang Mu’s identity?

Just when Jiang Yuan was lost in thought, Duanmu Yuanchen whispered something to Xue Zhen, who immediately nodded rapidly.

After saying that, Duanmu Yuanchen excitedly rushed towards Jiang Yuan.

"Old Jiang, you're not dead, that's great!"

"I was worried for most of the day, but it turns out you're fine."

Jiang Yuan's forehead couldn't help but frown. Damn it! How could this guy be so arrogant?

It seems like he's wearing a four-clawed dragon robe, also commonly known as a four-clawed python robe. The lowest level of this guy must be a prince!

At this level, even the current emperor has to give some face.

"Fortunately, you are not dead, otherwise I would really feel guilty!" Duanmu Yuanchen said, grabbing Jiang Yuan's hand.

"Let's go out and talk about it. Let's go now."

Jiang Yuan looked at Xue Zhen with some uncertainty in his heart: "Can, can you leave?"

Xue Zhen nodded with a frustrated look on his face. Now that the prince is here, how can I not let him go?

It’s hard to say for others, but if the prince accidentally killed me, then it was just an accident.

The world belongs to his father. Can the emperor still punish the prince?

It would be a waste of life if he died, who dared to stop him?

"Yes, let's go."

Jiang Yuan blinked his eyes: "Well, will this make it difficult for you?"

Xue Zhen frowned and asked, "Do you think this is something I can decide?"

"No, let's go!"

Xue Zhen finished speaking and waved his hand angrily: "Everyone return to camp!"

In an instant, the soldiers who had surrounded the crowd disappeared completely in the blink of an eye.

"Let's go, Lao Jiang, let's talk about it when we get back." Duanmu Yuanchen said excitedly.

"What are you wearing?" Jiang Yuan asked in a low voice.

Duanmu Yuanchen's eyes rolled, and he immediately said slyly, "Wear my father's clothes, hurry up and leave, otherwise you will be exposed soon."

Although he had many questions in his mind, Jiang Yuan still nodded.

At the same time, a mile away from the city defense army camp, a group of East Factory masters were strolling on the road.

The leader, Chen Liu, staggered with every step and turned around to curse from time to time.

"Captain, aren't we moving a little too slowly?" Wei Yong looked at Chen Liu speechlessly.

They were going to look for the prince, but instead of galloping, Chen Liu was actually swaying so slowly.

"Damn it! Didn't I tell you that I sprained my ankle while walking just now? Do you think it's because I didn't want to go faster?" Chen Liu turned around and cursed.

Wei Yong immediately lowered his head in grievance. You are a fifth-level master, and you said that you sprained your ankle. Will anyone believe it if you say it out loud?

"Sir General, the prince broke in a quarter of an hour ago. Why don't we hurry up? What if something happens?" Wei Yong said worriedly.

Chen Liu squinted at him and said, "What? Are you questioning me?"

"I dare not, but the key is this thing. We are too slow and it will be difficult to explain." Wei Yong said bitterly.

Snapped!

Chen Liu went up and slapped him.

"Sir, sir! Why did you hit me?" Wei Yong took two steps back, covering his head and looking at Chen Liu.

"Are you fucking stupid? We're the only ones on this street. Who knew we were walking so slowly?"

"Do you know how to write the memorial tomorrow?"

"My Lord, I understand. You took great pains to lead us through the entire imperial capital overnight. Fortunately, we finally met His Royal Highness the Crown Prince at the city gate."

As Wei Yong was speaking, he looked at Duanmu Yuanchen and Jiang Yuan who had just walked out of the city defense army camp. His eyelids couldn't help twitching a few times, and then he repeated it again as if he had made up his mind.

"Yes, that's right! I only saw the prince and a group of young eunuchs, nothing else!"