The procession should include knights and foot soldiers. Some in official uniforms, some in yellow jackets. Some with swords, some with bows and arrows. Only behind the honor guard could come this plenipotentiary ambassador and his staff.

Now, this "ambassador" not only has no designated ceremonial guard, but he claims to be the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue but does not even have a decent staff team. He only has a servant boy with him, and this servant boy does not look very smart. Even if he is really wearing a Khmer official uniform, it is really hard to trust him.

"This sir...this country is at war, so everything should be kept simple. Besides, this sir is not one to enjoy the excitement, so...naturally, it is better to keep it simple." Ruan Shihao was stunned by the question.

Of course he knew why he didn't have any of these. There was only one reason: he was in a hurry to get out.

The Left Prime Minister left the palace and headed straight for the Ministry of Revenue. By the time he had explained the situation and read the imperial edict, the Ministry had already delivered the Vice Minister's certificate and uniform. In the end, he wasn't even given a chance to go home and pack his belongings. Instead, he sent someone to his home to let him know, and his wife packed a few simple clothes and brought them over.

It took less than two hours from the time the left prime minister walked out of the palace to the time he rode out of Taijing on his donkey.

This is a miracle of the administrative efficiency of the Khmer Empire's bureaucratic system!

With unprecedented close cooperation among various departments, everyone threw this unlucky guy onto the conveyor belt to hell as quickly as possible.

Not to mention anything else, even this silly-looking servant boy was bought by me when I passed by Daqima, otherwise it would be really shabby.

It was a pity that he had just become the Minister of Revenue and hadn't had time to embezzle money yet. Oh, or rather, he hadn't had time to claim his special allowance yet, which meant he couldn't even afford a good servant. This servant was a bit clumsy, but he was strong and capable of working. It was said that he had escaped from Mengyang City and sold himself into slavery because he had nowhere else to go. So, bringing him back to Mengyang City might be beneficial.

"An official's ceremonial guards are also proof of your official status. Without them, it's hard for people to completely trust you with just a set of clothes and a document." Lin Hai deliberately made things difficult.

"Well, I'll talk to them. They should be able to arrange for you to stay at the inn, but they need to confirm your identity before the Earl of Qinghe will see you. As you know, the Earl of Qinghe is the most handsome and important person in Qinghe. He is busy with all kinds of affairs and rarely has free time. If you are a liar and disturb him, we will be in big trouble."

When it was said that "Qinghe Bo is the most handsome man in Qinghe", Lin Hai looked around and found that everyone's expression did not change at all, as if they had heard common sense such as "the sun rises from the east", and nodded with satisfaction.

"Are you from Qinghe? Can you make the decision?" Ruan Shihao asked anxiously. He didn't want to meet Lin Hai to start negotiations anytime soon, but he was running low on money. If the Earl of Qinghe refused to see him and he couldn't stay at the post station, he wouldn't be able to hold out for more than a few days before he'd have to sell his donkey and his servant. By then, no one would believe he was an imperial envoy.

After all, since ancient times, there has never been a poor imperial envoy.

"It's just an inn, a small matter, I can make the decision. But does anyone in Mengyang City know you? If there is an acquaintance who can testify, it will be much easier to identify you later." Lin Hai said with a smile.

"There was one before, but he died." Ruan Shihao thought for a while and said, "But my servant is from Mengyang. There should be someone here who knows him. You can go and ask who knows him. It can be regarded as circumstantial evidence." After listening to Lin Hai's statement, Ruan Shihao regarded this young man as a person like the postmaster of Qinghe.

"Okay, come here, take this gentleman to the post station. Don't treat him badly before the identification is completed. Leave this servant here and send someone to see if there is anyone who knows him." Upon hearing this, the young general on the side sent someone to take Ruan Shihao to the post station. The servant looked like he didn't understand what was going on before he was dragged into a small room next to the city gate. It seemed that he was going to be interrogated.

If someone were to crawl at the door of the hut and listen carefully, they would be able to faintly hear someone inside whispering:

"The Cambodian station undercover team, codenamed Shutong, is here to meet you, sir."