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

The cold long knife was placed on his neck, and Jiang Yuan got goose bumps instantly where the blade touched him.

"It's cold! It's too cold, stay away from me!" Jiang Yuan shouted.

I want to kill you, and you say the knife is too cold?

The guy behind the door moved his long knife with a dark face, then said: "Jiang Yuan, your death has come."

Jiang Yuan raised his hands to indicate that he had no intention of resisting, then slowly turned around and looked at the assassin behind him.

Hey! Old friend, Ding Yin!

"Are you here to kill me again?" Jiang Yuan asked gritting his teeth.

Ding Yin was silent for a while. If I'm not here to kill you, does that mean I'm here to bring you warmth?

"By order of Prince Zhao, you are on your way." After Ding Yin finished speaking, he made a gesture to swing the long sword in his hand.

"Wait a minute!" Jiang Yuan interrupted quickly.

"Any other questions?" Ding Yin asked impatiently.

Jiang Yuan immediately pointed at himself, then at Ding Yin: "Prince Zhao, even if you want to kill me, you have to give a reason, right? Why do you want to kill me?"

"What good will it do to kill me?"

"What will you gain by killing me? If I don't die, what effect will it have on you?"

Ding Yin was somewhat confused by Jiang Yuan's questioning. He coughed twice and then said, "The order came from Crown Prince Zhao. You should just go on your way."

"I want to see Prince Zhao!"

Jiang Yuan suddenly spoke loudly, looking at Ding Yin with a playful smile.

After some testing, he had confirmed one thing.

Prince Zhao didn't really want to kill him. Who was Ding Yin? He was a death warrior, a guy who would even sacrifice his life to complete a mission.

If he really came to kill him, how could he let him talk so much nonsense?

"Clap clap clap!"

There was a sound of applause, and Ding Yin instantly put away his sword and looked behind Jiang Yuan with a solemn expression.

"Great, that's great. You're worthy of being one of the top three Jinshi in our dynasty. It's really a waste of your talent to be a county magistrate." In the darkness, a man with disheveled hair and wearing prison uniform walked out.

He is not tall, but he gives people a temperament of walking like a dragon and a tiger, and being the only one who is superior.

The rightful owner is here!

Jiang Yuan took a deep breath, turned around and saluted: "Jiang Yuan greets Prince Zhao."

Prince Zhao looked at Jiang Yuan with a playful look under his hair scattered in front of his eyes.

"A current official is paying homage to the former crown prince? If this gets out, wouldn't it affect County Magistrate Jiang's future?"

Jiang Yuan suddenly straightened his chest and looked at Prince Zhao with a calm expression.

"Your Highness, what you said is not true."

"Oh? Something's wrong." Prince Zhao looked at Jiang Yuan with interest, and walked to the main seat in the hall and sat down.

"Is it all right to sit in your chair for a moment?"

If you don't let Ding Yin stand next to me, do you think there is anything wrong with me?

Although he was very dissatisfied in his heart, Jiang Yuan still nodded slowly: "Prince Zhao, it's just an official position. No matter how big or small, it is for the people."

"It was like this when the Zhao Dynasty was in power, and it was also like this when the Great Duan Dynasty was in power."

"Being an official is to serve the people, not to occupy a high position!"

Prince Zhao glanced at Jiang Yuan in surprise and asked casually, "Not for a high position? Then why did you, Jiang Yuan, become an official?"

Jiang Yuan trembled all over. Isn't this the chance to show off?

Jiang Yuan's face was solemn. He walked a few steps in the hall, looked at the plaque behind Prince Zhao that read "Integrity and Honesty", and said loudly:

"We should establish our minds for the heavens and the earth, establish our mission for the people, carry on the lost knowledge of the ancient sages, and bring peace to the world for all eternity!"

After Jiang Yuan finished speaking, his eyes flashed lightly across Prince Zhao's face. How about feeling the shock from China's 5,000-year cultural heritage!

Prince Zhao looked at Jiang Yuan in a daze.

He never thought that Jiang Yuan could say such a thing.

At this moment, Prince Zhao silently overturned all his previous speculations about Jiang Yuan.

If he can say that, how could such a person be a coward who is afraid of death!

"County Magistrate Jiang really impressed me." Prince Zhao looked at Jiang Yuan with deep eyes, with some hesitation on his face, as if he was weighing the pros and cons.

Jiang Yuan was sweating in his heart. Damn it, it seemed like he had gone too far.

But there must be a reason why Prince Zhao visited so late at night.

As the old saying goes, there must be a reason for wearing leather pants over cotton pants. Either the cotton pants are thin, or the leather pants have no hair.

It's impossible for the other party to go to great lengths to come here just to listen to you brag.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yuan immediately took two steps forward: "Prince Zhao, I am sorry to see you so late at night, but you can talk as much as you want."

Prince Zhao nodded gravely, "County Magistrate Jiang is a straightforward man, so I'll speak frankly."

"I would like to ask County Magistrate Jiang to help me restore my country. Once successful, County Magistrate Jiang will be remembered in history and his name will be passed down through the ages!"

Prince Zhao's grand ambitions did not make Jiang Yuan feel excited, he just felt a little headache.

Why does any dynasty fight desperately to restore its country after being overthrown?

If you are really awesome, how did you get overthrown before?

But Jiang Yuan certainly couldn't say this directly, otherwise he would be beheaded in a moment.

"I understand. I fully understand the ambitions in Prince Zhao's heart, but I'm just a small county magistrate. It seems that I can't influence the overall situation of the country, right?" Jiang Yuan said in a low voice after considering it for a while.

Prince Zhao nodded as a matter of course: "Indeed, County Magistrate Jiang is only an eighth-rank official now, not worthy of being used. He really has no influence on the overall situation."

Jiang Yuan was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but unexpectedly, Prince Zhao changed the subject and looked at Jiang Yuan with a gloomy gaze.

"But what if County Magistrate Jiang becomes a first-rank official in the future? Or even higher, appointed as the Crown Prince's Grand Tutor?"

"When the time comes, you and I will just need to work together inside and outside, and the situation will change in the blink of an eye!"

Jiang Yuan couldn't hold it in any longer. "You want me to work for you?" Don't even think about it. It's impossible!

"Prince Zhao, if the imperial court sends another official here after I leave, wouldn't your plan to restore the country be greatly hindered?"

Prince Zhao snorted coldly: "Just kill him."

Two comparisons!

After all, he is an official appointed by the imperial court. If you kill him, you will definitely turn Taiping County upside down.

After expressing his disdain in his heart, Jiang Yuan finally spoke: "Prince Zhao, I don't think it's appropriate. Killing him will inevitably attract attention from above. The three thousand Dragon Guards have been transferred due to border issues. If you kill the officials here, I'm afraid other troops will come here again."

Prince Zhao frowned slightly. This won’t work, and that won’t work either. How can I restore my kingdom?

"Then what do you think we should do?"

Jiang Yuan took a deep breath and pointed to the main street outside. "Prince Zhao, please help me develop Taiping County."

"Once Taiping County develops and becomes strong, everything will be possible."

Prince Zhao frowned even more. Developing Taiping County? How could he help with something like this?

"What does County Magistrate Jiang need?"

"Money!" Jiang Yuan said directly and simply.

Prince Zhao's face twitched violently. Why did he feel like he had failed at murder and was being blackmailed instead?