"Because the Ou family's carriage was driving quite fast at the time, it hit a civilian," a soldier recalled.
“He’s not some commoner,” another soldier corrected. “He’s just a local ruffian who likes to stage accidents and extort money from ordinary carriages.”
“Because they are scoundrels who never learn, and since they’ve lived here for generations, and they haven’t caused any major trouble, we’ve turned a blind eye,” another soldier hurriedly added, while secretly observing Zu An’s expression.
Sitting on the battlements, Mi Li snorted softly: "It's probably because that scoundrel often pays them a visit, so they turn a blind eye."
Zu An was somewhat surprised that the other party, being an empress, knew so much about these matters. However, he wasn't here to investigate these things today, so he didn't care about the guards' corruption: "And then?"
Seeing that he didn't press the matter, the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly replied, "It turns out he misjudged the situation that day. Although the carriage was ordinary, the person sitting inside was no ordinary person. The carriage servant whipped that scoundrel badly, cursing him as he did so. He was blinded by his own eyes, daring to try and extort money from the Ou family's carriage. That's why we remember it so well."
Zu An frowned: "Since they are leaving the capital, they should keep a low profile. Why are they being so ostentatious, as if they are afraid others won't know?"
Mi Li said, "Those powerful and wealthy people are used to acting arrogantly and domineeringly. They don't treat ordinary people as human beings. If they want to be low-key, they should be low-key among the bureaucratic class of the same level. Why should they be low-key with a commoner?"
At this moment, the soldiers also expressed similar sentiments, and Zu'an couldn't help but turn around and glance at Mi Li: "I didn't expect you to be so insightful."
Mi Li gave a soft snort, tilting her fair and smooth chin up to give him an arrogant profile.
At this moment, Chu Youzhao quietly tugged at Chu Chuyan's sleeve and whispered, "Sister, is this person sick? Talking to himself in the air."
"Silence!" Chu Chuyan covered her mouth and transmitted her voice, "Perhaps the Embroidered Robe Envoys have some quirks when handling cases. Don't provoke him, lest he use it as an excuse to make trouble."
Chu Youzhao saw Murong Luo, whose buttocks were being beaten bloody and who was screaming in agony, and couldn't help but nod in deep sympathy.
Although Chu Youzhao's voice was low, it did not escape Zu An's ears. Although Chu Chuyan did not speak, her lips moved slightly, obviously transmitting her voice with her vital energy, and she probably did not say anything nice.
Luckily, I was wearing a mask. As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's you guys who will be.
"Ahem!" He cleared his throat and then asked, "Given Ou Wu's sensitive official position, and the fact that his family deliberately changed carriages to leave the capital, didn't you suspect anything or stop them?"
The soldiers looked at each other, and finally one of them said, "Sir, the officials in the capital are all masters. Although there are rules, it's an open secret that everyone occasionally lets their families go out of the city to travel and enjoy the scenery. Nobody will take it seriously."
Zu An frowned. The Great Zhou Dynasty appeared to be in a golden age, but its discipline had become so lax in private, which was not a good sign.
Pshaw, I'm not an emperor, why should I worry about these things?
At this moment, another soldier said, "We also questioned them, but they produced a token from the Prince's Palace, so how could we dare to stop them?"
Zu An hurriedly asked, "Which prince's mansion's token?"
The soldiers all shook their heads:
"We people of this time dare not look too closely, for fear of offending the important people."
"Aren't the tokens from the Prince's residence all pretty much the same?"
"Who would dare to impersonate the Prince's token? That's a capital offense."
...
Hearing the people talking amongst themselves, Zu'an knew he wouldn't get any more information, so he left one group behind to continue investigating the whereabouts of Ou Wu and his family, while he took another group to the Qi Prince's Mansion.
"Should we take this person back to the embroidered pavilion for investigation?" A silver-ranked embroidered messenger asked, pointing at Murong Luo. He clearly knew that his superior and the other party were at odds, so he asked considerately.
Upon hearing the words "Embroidered Pavilion," Murong Luo's expression changed drastically. That place was even more terrifying than the Heavenly Prison. Those who went in either died or were maimed. The only one who had recently come out alive was said to be the young master of the Shi family. Even then, Grand Marshal Shi Miao personally went to pick him up and even brought out the death-exemption token kept in his family.
Shi Miao held an exceptionally high position in the court, and the Murong family had no immunity from death.
Murong Qinghe's expression also changed, and he looked at Chu Chuyan and Chu Youzhao for help.
Chu Chuyan had no choice but to say, "Sir, could you please be lenient?"
Zu An hummed in agreement: "Madam Zu is both beautiful and speaks so well. Very well, for Madam Zu's sake, I will not pursue this matter today. You should take care of yourself and not do it again in the future."
Mi Li spat out: "Shameless."
Zuan completely ignored her.
Murong Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but glance at Chu Chuyan, thinking to himself that Miss Chu was indeed beautiful enough that even the usually ruthless Embroidered Robe Envoy would give her face. It was truly enviable.
Chu Youzhao thought that her brother-in-law had a lot of influence, since this person had mentioned before that he had received a favor from her brother-in-law.
Chu Chuyan blushed slightly upon hearing the words "Madam Zu," appearing even more radiant. Even the usually resolute Embroidered-Robe Envoy couldn't help but glance at her a few more times.
"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir. I will be more careful next time." Murong Luo nodded hurriedly. Not only did he fail to make a name for himself in front of the beauty today, but he also had to be rescued by her. Thinking of this, he was filled with resentment. It was all the fault of that damned embroidered-robed messenger.
Anger from Murong Luo: +444 +444 +444...
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