The video takes us to ancient times; Li Er transforms into the Tongtian Emperor of Shu Han.

"Distinguished guest, where do you come from?"

In just a moment, the steward of the Pingxi Marquis's mansion put on a smiling face.

Putting everything else aside, just look at the waiter's expensive clothes worth tens of taels of silver, and the person knocking on the door carrying a Ming Dynasty-style broadsword.

Do we even need to guess who these two are?

They must be either rich or noble!

"From the capital."

"You have come to see the Marquis of Pingxi. Why don't you announce your arrival immediately?"

Everything was as usual. The waiter didn't answer, so Zhang the tailor made up a story and casually waved the gold medal given to him by Liu Bang.

In that brief moment, the butler didn't see the token clearly, but he did see a glimpse of crimson gold.

The next moment, six words appeared in his mind.

A golden plaque bestowed by His Majesty!

Immediately afterwards, terms such as "acting expediently," "acting first and reporting later," and "imperial envoy" came to mind.

"A man from the capital, carrying an imperial gold token, requests to see the Marquis!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the butler waved his hand, and immediately someone rushed out from behind him.

People from the capital, carrying a gold medal bestowed by the Emperor, aren't they Lord Jing?

Even though everyone knows that the court's situation is not very good.

Before Li Zicheng, the rebel leader, truly entered the capital and the Ming Dynasty completely declared its demise, prominent figures from the capital still held considerable influence!

"Please come in. Someone has already informed the Marquis. Please follow me, esteemed guest. There is fine tea in the reception room."

The steward of the Pingxi Earl's mansion had no suspicions whatsoever.

The noble young man from the capital and his guard—both of their characteristics matched perfectly.

The waiter had barely sat down in the reception room, the tea in front of him still warm, when the Earl of Pingxi, whom he had always admired, rushed over.

However, after seeing the two men clearly, Wu Sangui's expression showed a hint of disappointment.

Too young, and not one of the faces he knew.

He is neither His Majesty nor a prince, nor a young master from one of the top powers in the court.

Even if one is born in the capital and possesses a gold medal bestowed by His Majesty, its usefulness will be greatly reduced.

"I once spent some time in the capital, but this young man looks unfamiliar. May I ask whose family you are?"

"Are your elders acquainted with me?"

After Wu Sangui sat down, he briefly reviewed the face in his mind to make sure he had never seen it before, and then asked directly.

Waiter: "..."

How should he answer that?

That gentleman didn't teach me that!

He knew absolutely nothing about those important figures in the capital, and at this moment he had no idea how to answer.

Fortunately, the tailor Zhang beside him was worldly-wise.

Faced with Wu Sangui's aggressive gaze, he merely gave a cold laugh.

"This humble general knows that Your Excellency may have seen all the princes in the palace, but His Majesty's children are not all in the palace."

"My master's elders are naturally familiar to you, Lord Marquis, but recently they have been somewhat disappointed with your actions."

Since we're going to be using someone else's name anyway, we might as well just use the biggest one!

These words indeed startled Wu Sangui.

Is this kid the emperor's illegitimate son?

is it possible?

With His Majesty's dragon robe practically covered in patches, how could he possibly have the mind to go outside the palace and do all these fancy things?

Where did he get the money?

"His Majesty is so frugal, and he and the Empress are a perfect match, so how could there be a prince living among the common people?"

Wu Sangui's idea was simple: if you have any questions, just ask them directly.

As for Zhang the tailor's words about the emperor's disappointment in him, that was the last thing he cared about.

If he were the emperor, he would only be more dissatisfied with his own actions.

Seeing that the rebel leader was about to reach the capital, he led 50,000 to 60,000 troops but still did not move.

Who can endure this?

But he didn't care what the emperor thought.

His excitement in coming to the capital upon learning of the arrival of someone from the capital was not due to any particular regard for the emperor's authority.

He was simply hoping that some people from the capital could give him another option.

"Although His Majesty is frugal, he occasionally drowns his sorrows in alcohol. Does the Marquis of Pingxi have to meddle in His Majesty's private affairs?"

"If Lord Pingxi continues to press the matter, I can offer you a proper explanation. But before that, I would like to ask Lord Pingxi to listen to the purpose of my master's visit. Is that alright?"

Zhang the tailor said in a cold voice that sounded almost reproachful.

"Of course, please speak."

"However, could you please let me take another look at that gold medal? After all, it concerns His Majesty's reputation, and I dare not be careless."

This arrogant attitude is correct, but there's still a flaw.

The gold medal the housekeeper saw earlier!

Upon hearing this, Zhang the tailor felt a jolt in his heart.

He knew all too well what a gold medal meant.

What kind of thing could Liu Bang have casually pulled out of his pocket?

He had tried his best to make a quick flash when he took it out, but in the end, he still couldn't escape.

Is this single flaw going to lead to total defeat?

"What's wrong? Although the gold medal cannot be shown to others casually, I should not be considered an outsider. If this person is indeed a prince, then I should be considered one of His Majesty's most trusted people."

"In any case, I should be qualified to see this gold medal, shouldn't I?"

Seeing that Zhang the tailor did not make a move, Wu Sangui pressed him for answers again, and even his eyes showed some suspicion.

Without a doubt, if his patience is exhausted, the two of them will most likely not have a good ending.

“Let him look, but my lord, you should know that His Majesty may have trusted you before, but you have been betraying his trust, including your actions now!”

With a thud, the gold medal was slammed onto the table.

Wu Sangui quickly looked down.

The silence lasted for a long time.

Just when Zhang the tailor thought he had been exposed and was about to face the wrath of the Marquis of Pingxi, he saw that the Marquis had raised his head at some point.

"Indeed, I was being too cautious, but Your Highness, please don't blame me. It's just that the world is too chaotic, and I have no choice but to be cautious."

After saying that, Wu Sangui slowly pushed the token back.

Such exquisite craftsmanship, such extravagant gold medal.

Aside from royalty, no other family could possibly possess such a token!

He couldn't help but guess that these might be artifacts left behind by the late emperor, or even earlier.

Given the current emperor's financial situation, he is most likely unwilling to do such a thing.

As for whether it's true or false, there's absolutely no need to doubt it!

Ordinary people wouldn't do it, nor would they dare to.

The Golden Dragon Token is made of pure gold. Not only is it a crime to forge it without authorization, but it is also impossible for ordinary people to make such an exquisite token!

The only problem is that it does look a bit too new.

However, it could be because His Majesty preserved it properly, or for some other reason, but in any case, this thing is definitely not fake!

Zhang the tailor suppressed his shock and reached out to put the gold medal into his pocket.

What the hell!

Could that person really be His Majesty?!

But why is His Majesty here?

Or perhaps, he was an imperial envoy sent by His Majesty to test the Duke of Pingxi.

That doesn't make sense either. The capital is already in grave danger, so why would His Majesty have the leisure to deal with Wu Sangui at this border?

After all the possibilities were ruled out, Zhang the tailor began to doubt his life.

“Lord Pingxi, you flatter us. Before we arrived, His Majesty also said that you have done a great service in guarding the border and that we must be very polite to you.”

"His only disappointment with you is that, knowing the rebel Li Zicheng is threatening the capital, when do you plan to lead your troops back to defend it?"

"Or is it really as outsiders say, that you want to amass military power for yourself?"