Wang Ergou watched helplessly as Fang Zhiyi found a place to sit down and then lay down on the ground.
"Hey bro, what are you doing?"
Fang Zhiyi chuckled, then shouted in a lifeless voice, "It's terrible! The Demonic Cult's assassins attacked me! I'm doomed!"
Even Zuo Qianqiu was petrified. What's going on here?
The county magistrate rushed in, his face full of panic, and cooperated with Fang Zhiyi: "It's terrible! The magistrate has been assassinated! What are you all standing there for? Carry the magistrate back!"
Wang Ergou was even more bewildered, watching helplessly as several well-prepared constables carried Fang Zhiyi around the city in a large circle. The county magistrate told everyone he met about the assassination attempt on his master before finally returning to the county government office.
After this round of visits, the whole city was talking about it.
Just a few days later, news of Fang Zhiyi's assassination reached the imperial court. Normally, the assassination of a minor official in a remote area would not be a big deal, but the person in question was Fang Zhiyi.
No one cared about his actual abilities, but he left a deep impression on many officials in the capital. He was very eloquent and courteous, and most importantly, he never came empty-handed.
Even now that he's serving as the magistrate of Yangcheng, he still receives plenty of gifts during holidays and festivals.
Fang Zhiyi collected almost all the money from the canal transport, smuggling, and extortion from those places, keeping almost nothing for himself and sending it all to everyone who was entitled to it. He knew that in such a court, only profit could truly move people's hearts.
You say we're not close and you won't accept money? Of course, that's no problem. Since you, a mere vice minister, won't accept it, I'll give it to your superior. Whatever amount I give you, I'll give your superior double.
But you can think about the consequences of not accepting it yourself.
In this court, almost half of the officials had taken his money, so in this situation, everyone had to say a few words on his behalf.
Following the official memorials, many officials received private letters. The letters were sincere, but they all revolved around one point: the great gifts they had prepared for them had been stolen by the evil cult!
If it were just about appeasement, that would be fine, but the situation is different now. They're taking my things, is that acceptable?
"Your Majesty, assassinating a high-ranking official! This so-called evil cult has gone too far!"
"Yes! Your Majesty, please punish him severely! Punish him severely!"
That night, another major event occurred in the capital: several masked martial arts practitioners scaled the walls and broke into the homes of several high-ranking officials, leaving behind terrifying letters written in blood, the contents of which were nothing more than warnings to mind their own business.
The next day in the imperial court, the previous voices of opposition had completely disappeared. All the civil and military officials had the same demand: the arrogance of this demonic sect must be dealt with!
Several people on horseback were speeding away from the capital, and the leader was none other than Zuo Qianqiu.
"I knew I hadn't misjudged this kid; he's ruthless..." He rode his horse, glancing back at the capital city receding into the distance. An absurd thought popped into his head: maybe this kid could become emperor?
At the Demonic Sect's headquarters, the sect had yet to receive news from the two messengers, which further enraged the already furious sect leader, who paced back and forth, cursing loudly.
Until the scouts on the outskirts rushed back.
"Master, something terrible has happened!"
"explain!"
"Outside! A large group of people has arrived! So many people!"
"Those prestigious sects have nothing better to do? Time to teach them a lesson!"
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