The arrows flew from the rooftop down, catching Wang Xian's men off guard.

He roared, his face flushed, "Do you want to die? We are the Emperor's Imperial Guards! How dare you kill Imperial Guards?"

Xu Zhenzhen stood like a green pine tree.

Nearly two thousand men were lying in ambush on the rooftop; killing a few hundred of them would have been more than enough. Wang Xian, riddled with arrows, glared at him defiantly, "The...the Emperor will not let you go..."

Xu Zhenzhen looked down at him and said, "Is that so? Even the Emperor himself is in trouble."

He coughed up a mouthful of blood and then fell completely still.

The people cheered, "Good riddance!"

"Send all these people outside the city and burn them to the ground!"

As the city guards were about to drag the people away, several young men suddenly rushed out from among the civilians, pulling a cart.

"Guard Xu, let us handle the burning of the corpses. The Emperor still has plenty of Imperial Guards; we can manage this small task."

As they spoke, they diligently carried the body, and the rest of the people rushed over to help.

Xu Zhenzhen cupped his hands in thanks to them, saying, "Thank you all, brothers."

He then walked up to the woman who had lost her child, placed a bag of silver on the ground, and said, "Sister, I'm so sorry."

If he had come a little earlier, the child wouldn't have died.

The woman shook her head. "How can you blame yourself? It's all their fault. Their deaths are avenging for my child. Guard Xu, you must protect Wuzhou and not let this incompetent emperor do as he pleases!"

"Don't worry, elder sister."

He believed that soon, Wuzhou would no longer be controlled by others, nor would it need to depend on anyone.