Brocade Robe Unparalleled

Chapter 65 Black Lotus!

Jingbian Division.

Humming a popular tune that had swept through the capital this year, Shen Qingya entered the duty room and brewed himself a pot of the finest tea.

Regardless, the town magistrate was still on his side, handing over this merit to him for no reason.

In the past two days, he has been very accommodating to the Nanzhao spy.

The other party was quite sensible and, in return, revealed the identity of the Yellow-Rank spy within the Jingbian Division to him.

To avoid alerting the enemy, Shen Qingya decided to remain inactive for the time being.

However, he was more interested in "Gentleman Bamboo" than this Yellow-rank spy.

If he could capture a Xuan-rank spy, he would truly have made a name for himself. The minor blemishes from being blocked at the door by the chieftain would be nothing and could be easily erased.

Did Wu Xianren think that with the backing of treacherous officials, he could force him out with a few schemes and tricks?
It’s simply a fool’s errand!

At that moment, a figure walked into the duty room.

Shen Qingya stopped humming and asked in surprise, "Cousin, what brings you here?"

His cousin had been devoted to cultivation since childhood, and even after coming to Jingbian Division, she rarely showed herself.

Every time he appeared in public, it made him feel extremely embarrassed.

But he didn't dare to show any temper towards this family's daughter.

Wenren Yue walked up to Shen Qingya and asked, "Are you aware that almost all the banner officers and most of the guards of the Jingbian Division are forcing the people to pay tribute under the guise of 'protection fees'?"

Shen Qingya nodded, unconcerned, and said, "Cousin, local customs exist in different places. We shouldn't interfere too much. This kind of thing is common not only in Sizhou but also in the capital..."

Wenren Yue said coldly, "A street vendor works hard from dawn till dusk for a month, and the profit he earns is only a little over two taels of silver. Yet your officers force them to pay five hundred coins. As the head of a department, you just turn a blind eye to this?"

Shen Qingya sighed softly and said, "Cousin, you have to think about them too. Ordinary guards in the Jingbian Division only earn two taels a month, and even banner officers only earn three taels. They earn the income of street vendors, but they do dangerous work. You can't expect everyone to be as fair and selfless as you. They also need to make a living..."

Wenren Yue's lips moved, but she didn't know how to refute it.

The true nature of this world is far different from what she perceived.

She didn't say anything more, turned around and walked out of Shen Qingya's duty room.

The Jingbian Division was supposed to be a place to protect the borders and ensure the safety of the people, but what they did was oppress the people. They didn't care about buying and selling people, they didn't suppress the rampant bandits, they accepted bribes without any scruples, and they took the exploitation of the people for granted...

Of all the people in the Jingbian Division, Lin Xuan is probably the only one who can be considered clean.

Wenren Yue looked toward a certain duty room and slowly walked over.

Lin Xuan, who was meditating, sensed someone approaching, immediately opened his eyes, grabbed a book from the table, and pretended to read it seriously.

Then, he looked up at the door, immediately stood up, and asked, "Chief Wenren, is there something you need?"

Wenren Yue shook her head and said, "No, I was just passing by. You can continue with your work..."

After saying that, she turned and left.

After Wenren Yue left, Lin Xuan closed the book in his hand, feeling a little anxious.

It's been two days already, and the Secret Service hasn't made a move. Wait two more days, and the Night Watchmen should be here...

……

late at night.

A heavily guarded private residence in Sizhou.

Four figures wielding knives patrolled the front and back yards incessantly.

At the entrance to the main house, there were two other people, their right hands resting on the long swords at their waists, their eyes as sharp as hawks, constantly scanning their surroundings.

Even though it was already past midnight, their vigilance remained undiminished.

Inside the room was an important figure from Nanzhao, someone the Commander-in-Chief had specifically designated to protect, and no mistakes could be made.

At this moment, on a large bed inside the room.

The man with beady eyes had just finished his final thrust and lay sprawled on the bed like a dead pig.

The woman beneath him was already exhausted from his actions and didn't even have the strength to speak.

The man took a few breaths, feeling the restless energy within him subside, and sat up from the bed with satisfaction.

Although the Hehuan Gong is easy to practice, it cannot be interrupted. Every day, a woman must be available for him to practice. The best results are achieved by a virgin, while a respectable woman is also acceptable. The yin energy in a prostitute's body is too mixed, so it is the worst option when there is no suitable candidate.

The centurion of the Jingbian Division in Sizhou is a capable person; we can reveal more of his achievements to him later.

"Is this the end?"

A cold voice suddenly came from inside the room.

The man with beady eyes suddenly turned around, his fat jiggling. A figure in a black robe had appeared at the table in the center of the room, seemingly out of nowhere.

The man with beady eyes asked in fear, "You... who are you?"

The man in black robes slowly stood up.

He immediately shouted, "Help! Help!"

However, despite shouting with all his might, the two guards standing outside the door did not make a move.

The guards in the front and back yards continued their patrols diligently.

Seeing his desperate cries, the man in black robes said calmly, "Don't waste your energy, they can't hear you."

Upon hearing this, the man with beady eyes suddenly contracted his pupils.

The room was protected by a mental barrier, so his voice could not be heard at all. The person who came in was a high-level sorcerer!
He shrank to the corner of the bed, staring intently at the man in black robes. On the chest of the black robes, he saw a lifelike lotus flower.

Upon seeing the lotus flower, he trembled, his eyes revealing boundless terror.

"Black Lotus...!"

"Lord, spare my life!"

……

early morning.

Shen Qingya got up very early. After washing up, he had just arrived at the front office of Jingbian Division when he saw three figures standing in the courtyard.

All three were dressed in black uniforms, with uniformly long and narrow knives hanging at their waists, and thick-soled black boots on their feet. They stood firmly on the bluestone slabs, and a chilling pressure emanated from the young man in the lead.

Shen Qingya straightened his expression, strode forward, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, saying, "Shen Qingya, centurion of the Sizhou Border Pacification Division, pays his respects to Commander Lu!"

The magistrate only told him that someone from the capital would come.

He never expected that the person who came would be Lu Feng, one of the Seven Sons of Jingye, and the commander's absolute confidant.

The young man, referred to as Commander Lu, looked at him and asked bluntly, "Young Master Shen, where is that person?"

Shen Qingya immediately replied, "Commander Lu, he is in a very safe place. I will take you there right away."

Lu Feng nodded slightly and said calmly, "Lead the way."

Shen Qingya exited the Jingbian Division through the back door, leading the three through several secluded streets and alleys, finally arriving at a residence.

He reached out and knocked on the door, saying, "It's me, Shen Qingya."

The courtyard gate opened a crack, and Shen Qingya pushed it open, followed by three others who entered.

Upon seeing the three, the guards inside the courtyard all stepped forward and clasped their hands in greeting.

Lu Feng asked, "Where are they?"

The man in charge of the security operation said, "He's in his room, not yet up."

Lu Feng walked to the door, and the two guards at the door automatically stepped aside.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

There was no response from inside the house.

Lu Feng knocked again, but the room remained silent.

He frowned, and his knocking motion turned into a forceful kicking of the door.

boom!
With one kick, the door latch snapped, and Lu Feng strode inside. Upon seeing the scene inside, his face instantly darkened.

A naked man, eyes wide open, huddled in the corner of the bed, already lifeless.

There were two other women on the bed, their chests rising and falling slightly with their breathing, still asleep.

On one side of the wall were several large characters written in blood.

Traitors shall die!

Lu Feng's expression remained unchanged, but his breathing became noticeably heavier.

He turned to look at Shen Qingya, his voice filled with barely suppressed anger: "Commander Shen, you probably need to give me an explanation for this matter!"

Shen Qingya looked at the scene inside the room, her lips moved, but she didn't say a word.

Explanation?

What can he explain?
He didn't do anything!
The town government deployed over a dozen sentries, both overt and covert, creating layers upon layers of tight security...

How did the person die?

(End of this chapter)