After failing the imperial examination, he began to wield immense power after entering the palace!

"Da, da, da."

A series of hurried footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

Feng Bao's figure emerged from the shadows.

He walked quickly, his long face showing a hint of anxiety and dissatisfaction.

Zhao Fu followed behind him, along with seven or eight agents from the Eastern Depot.

As soon as he entered the prison, he looked around and quickly scanned the corridor.

"Where's Gao Jin? Where is he?"

Chen Tie stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and said:

"Reporting to Governor Feng, Admiral Gao has important matters to attend to right now. Please wait outside for a moment, Governor Feng."

Feng Bao's brows furrowed instantly; he thought he had misheard.

"What did you say? You want us to wait outside?"

"My master is the Grand Eunuch of the Eastern Depot! He is the head of the Eastern Depot!"

"A mere admiral, making us wait outside?"

"Who does he think he is?"

Chen Tie remained calm and composed, his voice steady:

"The admiral has ordered that no one is allowed to enter without his permission."

Feng Bao stared at Chen Tie's young face, his expression turning completely somber.

"Anyone?"

Does that include our family?

Chen Tie nodded without hesitation.

"include."

These two words, though seemingly light and casual, felt like a slap across Feng Bao's face.

He operated the Eastern Depot for over a decade.

For more than a decade, no one has ever dared to block his way.

But today, a squad leader who came from the Imperial Guard actually dared to block his way and say "You're not allowed in"?

"You're asking for it!"

Feng Bao suddenly waved his hand and shouted sternly at the guards behind him:

"Guards! Get this water flowing! Anyone who tries to stop us, kill them!"

The seven or eight spies looked at each other, their faces even more unpleasant than if they had swallowed flies.

On one hand, there was the order from Supervisor Feng.

On one side was Admiral Gao's confidant.

To flush or not to flush?

They instinctively looked at Zhang Miaozhen, who was standing behind Chen Tie.

The woman stood there quietly, her phoenix eyes slightly lowered, holding a long sword in her hand.

The sword was not drawn, but the aura she exuded was like a knife hanging over her head.

Peak of the fourth rank.

This is a ruthless man who even subdued Princess Jincheng's bodyguard Long San with a single sword strike.

Charge forward?

Rushing in would be suicide.

One of the guards hesitated for a moment, then whispered his advice:

"Chief Supervisor Feng, perhaps... we could send someone in to inform Admiral Gao?"

"After all, there might really be something important inside..."

Feng Bao's face turned even uglier.

He looked at the few spies who dared not make a move, and his lips twitched slightly.

These spies were Feng Bao's men.

He was the one who promoted, trained, and raised by him.

But now, they dare not obey his orders.

Are they afraid of Chen Tie?

No, what they fear is Gao Jin, the man behind Chen Tie.

A mere eunuch who had only been at the Eastern Depot for two days had already begun to sow discord among his men.

This was a blatant provocation against Feng Bao's prestige in the Eastern Depot, which he had held for over a decade.

It is also a deadly threat.

"Okay...okay...okay..."

Feng Baolian said "good" three times, each time emphasizing it more than the last.

His voice was as cold as if it came from an ice cellar.

"Since you don't dare to charge, then we'll do it ourselves."

He turned his head to look at Zhao Fu, his voice icy cold:

"Zhao Fu, go and call for help."

"Call all our family members here."

"I'd like to see just how many people in the Eastern Depot are truly loyal to me today!"

Zhao Fu shuddered and quickly clasped his hands in greeting:

"Yes, Master! I'll go right away!"

He turned to run...

"Chief Supervisor Feng."

A voice, neither too loud nor too soft, suddenly came from deep within the prison.

Feng Bao paused and turned around.

A gray figure emerged from the shadows of the corridor.

Li Fan.

He stood with his hands behind his back, walking with ease, a faint smile on his lips.

"Getting so angry, and then going to find someone?"

"What happened?"

When Feng Bao saw him come out, his anger flared up instantly.

"Gao Jin!"

He pointed at Li Fan's nose, his voice sharp and shrill.

"What do you mean by having people block the doorway and not letting us in?"

"My master is the Grand Eunuch of the Eastern Depot! He's your superior!"

"What right do you, a mere admiral, have to stop us?"

His spittle flew everywhere, almost hitting Li Fan's face.

Seeing his furious expression, Li Fan calmly cupped his hands in greeting.

"Supervisor Feng, please calm down. So that's what it was about."

"It's because my family is meeting an important person in the prison and doesn't want to be disturbed, so I ordered my men to seal the door."

"It's just a misunderstanding, Chief Supervisor Feng, there's no need to be angry."

Feng Bao snorted coldly, completely ignoring him.

"What important person is he that warrants being locked up and imprisoned?"

"Bring him out here, let everyone see just how distinguished he really is!"

His tone was full of disdain.

In his view, Gao Jin's so-called important figures were nothing but bluffing.

The Eastern Depot prison was filled with nothing but prisoners.

What important figures could there be?

Li Fan looked at his disbelieving expression and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Okay, then let's invite her out."

He turned around and said something towards the depths of the corridor:

"Your Highness, Chief Eunuch Feng wishes to see you."

Feng Bao was taken aback.

What, Your Highness?

next second.

A red figure quickly emerged from the depths of the corridor.

However, her jewels were slightly askew, her hair was a bit disheveled, and a few stray hairs clung to her flushed cheeks.

But on that exceptionally bright face, there was an expression that was extremely gloomy.

It was Princess Anle.

She walked over step by step, wearing embroidered shoes.

Each step carried an intense, suppressed anger, like a volcano about to erupt.

The moment Feng Bao saw her, he froze.

Princess Anle...?

My God, how did she get here?

Princess Anle walked up to Feng Bao and stopped.

She didn't say anything, just looked down at him.

Those peach blossom eyes were filled with coldness and mockery.

Then, she spoke.

"Feng Bao".

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was like a bucket of ice water poured over Feng Bao's head.

"Do you think I, this princess, am worthy or not?"

Feng Bao's expression changed instantly.

He knelt down with a thud, his head hitting the blue bricks hard.

"This servant greets Your Highness!"

"Long live the princess!"

His voice was trembling, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Princess Anle did not wake him.

She stood there, looking down at Feng Bao kneeling on the ground, a cold smile playing on her lips.

"I'm asking you a question."

"Am I, this princess, truly worthy of respect?"

Feng Bao's head was pressed against the cold brick surface, and his whole body was trembling.

"Noble! Noble!"

His voice was urgent, as if he were making a vow.

"The princess is the most noble person in the world! Her body is of immeasurable value; this servant would never dare to offend her!"