From a tuberculosis patient to a martial arts master

After Jin Buhuan and the others heard the assignments, they all fell silent for a moment. Everyone's gaze fell on the two figures to the side.

Qingshan and Wei Qingyuan remained seated in their original positions.

Remain silent.

The two men had remained silent the entire time, as if the proceedings of the day had nothing to do with them.

"Captain Qing, Captain Wei."

Zhu Hong cupped his hands in greeting, but instead of giving direct instructions, he asked in a respectful yet assertive tone, "Do you two have any insightful suggestions?"

"You're joking."

Qingshan put down his teacup, chuckled, and waved his hand, "Old Wei and I are just rough men. We only know how to follow orders and get things done. What brilliant ideas do we have?"

That was a perfectly watertight statement.

"Oh?"

Zhu Hong glanced at him indifferently, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

These two men had always been at odds with Wang Zhenshan, and now that he had gained favor with the emperor, they simply stood by and watched. Qingshan was a simple man; although he was on good terms with Wei Qingyuan, he always spoke with restraint, leaving room for maneuver, so he could attack or retreat as needed.

It's a smiling tiger.

but.

Easy to deal with.

Wei Qingyuan was different; he was cold and aloof, stubborn and unyielding, and moreover, he was quite skilled, making him the most difficult to command.

"And what about Officer Wei?" Zhu Hong asked Wei Qingyuan.

"Is there anything you want to say?"

When the visitor asked him a question, Wei Qingyuan did not say a word. He slowly picked up the green jade cup with his left hand and took a leisurely sip.

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"It seems there's no need to ask anymore."

Zhu Hong was not annoyed, but said calmly, "Since that's the case, I will speak frankly." After a moment's thought, his gaze slowly swept across the two men's faces, and he said slowly, "This time, Jiang's case is already a fight to the death. If the yamen doesn't take him down in one fell swoop, the consequences will be much greater once he catches his breath."

"so what?"

Wei Qingyuan raised his eyes, his gaze chilling.

"so?"

Zhu Hong said, word by word, "So this time, you all have no choice."

Wei Qingyuan was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter, his laughter filled with coldness: "What a boastful boast!" He spoke bluntly, cutting to the chase: "No matter what pledges you make before the clerk, or what you intend to accomplish, I have no say in it."

"only."

"I, Wei Qingyuan, will never be a stepping stone for you."

moment,

The atmosphere was tense.

A hint of amusement flickered in Jin Buhuan and the others' eyes. Although they didn't know the exact meaning of the order issued by the registrar, having spent half their lives in the bureaucracy as constables, they had already guessed that the registrar, or perhaps the prefect, was clearing the way for the rising star.

But he and the others didn't seem to care.

The stronger the newcomers, the more prosperous the government will become. Why not go with the flow?

"Resounding and powerful."

Zhu Hong's lips curled slightly, and with just a casual remark, he delivered the barb: "It's a pity, why don't we see Lord Wei acting like this in public?"

Wei Qingyuan narrowed his eyes, anger rising in his heart.

Although these words were not utterly vulgar, they were a blatant jab at his domestic tyranny and foreign cowardice, a direct slap in the face, no different from a direct rebuke.

"you……"

Just as Wei Qingyuan was about to unleash his power, Zhu Hong raised his hand and gently stopped him, calmly saying, "Lord Wei, please don't be hasty. I haven't finished speaking yet." He slowly got up, walked to the window, stood with his back to the crowd, and looked out at the setting sun.

"The Jiang family harbors wolfish ambitions; their hearts deserve to be punished."

It's a done deal.

Zhu Hong slowly turned around, his gaze fixed on Wei Qingyuan: "What the Jiang family intends to do is clear to you, sir. Whom do they want to kill, who do they want to silence? They have trampled on the dignity of the yamen time and time again. The registrar and the prefect cannot tolerate this any longer."

His voice deepened, and his tone grew colder:

"But with the Jiang family so rampant, the six head constables each have their own agendas, their hearts are not united, and they cannot work together." He paused slightly, then each word, sharp as a blade, slowly fell to the floor:

"Isn't this exactly what others want?"

Someday...

When the matter comes to light, and the Prefect himself questions you, how do you intend to explain yourself?

Wei Qingyuan's expression changed slightly.

Zhu Hong returned to his seat, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and set it down, his tone now calm: "I summoned you gentlemen today not to give orders, nor as Lord Wei has suggested, but rather," he said, enunciating each word clearly:

"I mean, this time no one should shirk responsibility."

Upright and dignified.

Everyone had the same thought: a scholar has come to the government office. If the Great Chu had more Confucian scholars, with his talent, he would surely become a great man and obtain the true essence of Confucianism. He spoke eloquently, every word piercing the heart, every step firmly grounded in reason, leaving no room for rebuttal.

It's so annoying!

Wei Qingyuan remained silent for a long time, his gaze fixed on Zhu Hong, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty. Qingshan, standing beside him, still wore a warm smile, but beneath that smile lay a hint of contemplation.

"When did I ever say I wouldn't do it?"

Wei Qingyuan felt a surge of resentment in his chest and spoke: "Since the Prefect has given his decree, I will naturally obey. However, this matter is of great importance, and we cannot send people to their deaths in confusion. The countermeasures must be clearly explained." His tone was harsh, and his gaze was cold and sharp.

"Jiang Yannian and Jiang Boyong are two tough nut to crack."

Whom do you plan to send?

Are you suggesting we go and die?

Qingshan chimed in with a smile, "That makes sense. Old Wei's words may be rough, but his reasoning is sound. If we only have determination but no practical solutions, it's just empty talk, and we might all fail because of it."

Zhu Hong's gaze sharpened slightly, and he said calmly:

"Six people shouldn't have a problem dealing with Jiang Boyong, right?"

Wei Qingyuan frowned, his mind filled with doubt: "What does this mean?" But before he could ask again, Wang Zhenshan, who had remained silent all along, suddenly spoke, his words extremely straightforward:

"No problem."

With just this one sentence, Wei Qingyuan was left speechless.

"it is good."

His gaze swept over Zhu Hong's face, and he pressed on again, "What about Jiang Yannian?"

"Jiang Yannian, leave him to me."

Zhu Hong said softly.

Inside the classroom, a sudden silence fell.

Everyone was stunned by his words; no one dared to imagine that such words came from the mouth of a young man. Even though he had already entered the martial arts apprentice realm at a young age, he was still far from being as good as Jiang Yannian, like a firefly compared to the bright moon.

"are you serious?"

Wei Qingyuan's gaze was icy as he stared intently at Zhu Hong. "You're just a martial apprentice at the Tendon Refining Realm, yet you claim you can deal with Jiang Yannian, who is already a martial artist?"