Brocade Robe Unparalleled

Chapter 37 Aftermath
Jingbian Division.

The crisis ended with the mediation of Commander Wu, and the people of the Jingbian Division finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Only Shen Baihu looked grim, and even his trusted confidant Huang Yue dared not approach his duty room.

Everyone knew what Shen Baihu was angry about. He had only been in office for a short time, and such a big mess had already occurred. If it weren't for Wu Fubaihu's intervention, the Jingbian Division would still be surrounded by people. As the head of the Baihu, he had completely lost face.

The Jingbian Division, the greatest significance of the Jingbian Division, is to pacify the border and bring peace to the people. As a centurion of the Jingbian Division, how could he allow the people to besiege the Jingbian Division and dare not go out...

If it weren't for his powerful background, this one incident alone could have ruined his future.

After leaving the office, everyone from the Jingbian Division went home.

Lin Xuan had just returned home when A Luo rushed over, looking anxious, and asked, "Brother Lin, are you alright? I saw a lot of fierce-looking people blocking the entrance to Jingbian Division today..."

Lin Xuan smiled and said, "I'm fine, it's someone else who's in trouble..."

He's the one who had people blockade the Jingbian Division, what could he possibly have done?
Thanks to his past life experiences, Lin Xuan had witnessed many struggles within the system and naturally accumulated some experience.

Noticing that A Luo's face was a little pale, Lin Xuan couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Why is your face so pale? Are you feeling unwell?"

A Luo clutched her lower abdomen, her face slightly flushed, and said somewhat embarrassedly, "It's alright, young ladies...it's normal to have a few uncomfortable days every month."

Lin Xuan immediately understood. He didn't say anything and turned to walk into the kitchen.

A moment later, he came out carrying a bowl of brown sugar ginger water with poached eggs, handed it to A Luo, and said, "Drinking this bowl of brown sugar ginger water should make you feel better."

A'Luo reached out and took it, saying shyly, "Thank you, Brother Lin."

She picked up the bowl, took a small sip, and a satisfied look appeared on her pretty face. "So sweet..." she exclaimed happily.

Lin Xuan said, "There's some extra brown sugar in the kitchen. Take it with you when you go back. I'm going to cook now."

A Luo put down her bowl and said, "I'll help you..."

Lin Xuan waved his hand and said, "You can rest. I'll cook for myself today."

His tone left no room for argument, and A'Luo didn't insist. She sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, holding a bowl, occasionally taking a small sip. Her gaze was fixed on the busy figure in the kitchen, her long eyelashes fluttering slowly, her mind lost in thought...

After dinner, Lin Xuan also refused A Luo's offer to wash the dishes, and told her to go back and rest first.

After he finished washing the pot and dishes, he turned around and found the man in black robes leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, looking him over.

Before he could speak, the man in black robes said calmly, "Not bad, you've even managed to make a living..."

Lin Xuan explained, "It's just sharing a meal, please don't misunderstand, sir."

The man in black robes waved his hand gently and said, "As long as you can do your own thing, I don't care about anything else. I'm just reminding you not to get too involved. This is for your own good..."

Lin Xuan nodded and said, "Understood."

The man in black robes continued, "How did you convince the Tian and Yang families to help you put on this show?"

Lin Xuan said, "I did a business deal with the Tian family."

The man in black robes pressed further, "What kind of business?"

Lin Xuan did not explain immediately, but instead took out a palm-sized cloth bag from the kitchen cabinet and handed it to the man in black.

The man in the black robe opened the cloth bag and found some tiny, white particles inside.

Her first thought was refined salt, but she quickly discovered that the particles of this substance were much larger than those of salt.

Lin Xuan explained, "This is refined white sugar. Its taste is pure and its color is snow-white, far superior to coarse brown sugar. I used the method of refining white sugar to make this deal with the Tian family..."

The man in black robes turned around, picked up a pinch of white sugar, and put it in his mouth.

As Lin Xuan said, these snow-white sugar granules have a very pure taste and taste better than the brown sugar on the market.

Brown sugar is actually more expensive than salt on the market, making it unaffordable for ordinary people.

This kind of white sugar, which is both beautiful and delicious, is bound to be sought after by the wealthy, and its profit margin may be even higher than that of refined salt.

The man in black robes asked with some surprise, "Where did you learn this skill?"

Lin Xuan said, "I figured it out by cooking. When cooking some dishes, adding a little sugar can significantly enhance the flavor. Adding brown sugar will affect the color of the dish, so I figured out a way to extract colorless sugar..." Lin Xuan didn't lie about a single word of this.

He has certain standards when it comes to cooking and won't cut corners for convenience.

He had visited several shops before, but could only buy brown sugar and black sugar. When he mentioned white sugar, the shopkeeper acted as if he had never heard of it.

Left with no other choice, Lin Xuan could only purify it himself.

It was precisely because he took cooking so seriously that A-Luo couldn't stop praising his dishes...

The man in black robes looked him over a few more times, then said, "Write down this method of refining sugar."

Lin Xuan did not comply immediately. If his creations were to appear in Nanzhao every time and be discovered by someone with ulterior motives, it would not be a good thing.

The man in black robes seemed to have considered this as well. He waved his hand and said, "Forget it. Given the profits of this product, once the news gets back to Nanzhao, the situation will be beyond our control. Those guys only care about money, not people. If something like the Tian family appears in Nanzhao again, you might be in danger. Let's talk about it when you return to Nanzhao later..."

Lin Xuan glanced at the man in black robes. He actually cared about him?

The man in black put away the small bag of candy and then asked, "Can the Yang family really bring down Shen Qingya by causing a scene at the Jingbian Si Gate?"

Lin Xuan shook his head and said, "No, he has the Southern Garrison Commander behind him. It's far from enough to bring him down with this matter, but we should be able to get Commander Wu back to the Border Defense Command, and then wait for a suitable opportunity..."

The man in black robes remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking, "It's a real pity that you're just a minor banner officer in Sizhou. I hope that one day you can make it into the Yongguo cabinet..."

……

The night is deep.

For the people of Sizhou, what happened at the Jingbian Simenkou gate during the day was nothing more than a farce.

But for the Inspector of the Jingye Division in Sizhou, this matter was more than just a farce.

As a centurion of the Jingbian Division, Shen Qingya's actions, which forced the local chieftain to besiege the Jingbian Division's gates, constitute a serious dereliction of duty.

The duty of the Jingye Division Inspector was to secretly monitor local officials, including those of the Jingbian Division.

Of course, this matter did not have serious consequences, so he could pretend he didn't know.

But he accepted money from Wu Baihu, and accepting money means he has to do things; that's the rule of officialdom.

Moreover, reporting this matter in its entirety is simply fulfilling my normal duties...

Looking at a silver mirror in front of him, engraved with intricate patterns, he picked up his brush, dipped it in cinnabar, and began to write rapidly on the mirror surface.

at the same time.

Beijing.

Yasushi.

While most government offices were shrouded in darkness, the Jingye Division remained brightly lit.

Inside a spacious hall, rows of wooden shelves held more than a hundred silver mirrors.

At a certain moment, the cinnabar smeared on the surface of one of the silver mirrors suddenly began to flow and twist, eventually forming several lines of clear writing.

A figure quickly ran over, copied the words on the silver mirror onto a folding book, checked it to make sure it was correct, and then handed it to the guard at the door.

The guard, carrying the memorial, quickly passed through several long corridors and arrived at the entrance of a grand hall. He respectfully said, "Sir, an urgent report has arrived from the Inspector General of Sizhou."

Inside the main hall, a middle-aged man put down the memorial in his hand, raising an eyebrow slightly: "Sizhou?"

An attendant inside the hall had already taken the memorial from the guard and placed it in front of him.

The man picked up the document, opened it, glanced at it, and then lowered his gaze slightly.

Then, he stood up, walked to the window, looked southwest, and said softly, "If you want to steal credit, I won't stop you, but at least send a few capable people. The Jingbian Division is not a place for you to play house..."

A moment later, he turned and sat back down, his tone icy: "Send a message to Li Qianzhang, ask him whether he is the commander of the Jingye Division or the commander of the Shen family..."

(End of this chapter)