Zuo Qianqiu watched Fang Zhiyi's convoy gradually disappear into the distance under the escort of the border troops, feeling a vague unease in his heart. Although he was now temporarily in charge of the Zhetian Guard and no longer needed to keep accounts, he still habitually fiddled with the miniature abacus in his hand.
Qi Jue sat in the courtroom as a young man, weeping bitterly, was dragged away. Several martial arts figures standing to the side had dark faces, clearly having been severely reprimanded, but they could not refute this upright hero.
Wang Ergou was training the Zhetian Guards according to Fang Zhiyi's method. He originally wanted to go to the capital with Fang Zhiyi, but he was left here, which made him a little depressed. It had been a long time since he had been able to brag to Brother Fang.
Inside Yangcheng, the old county magistrate was reporting on the situation in Yangcheng to the newly appointed magistrate. The new magistrate's face was full of energy. In a daze, he saw the face of the former Magistrate Fang. He wondered where Magistrate Fang was now. He heard that he was very busy.
When Fang Zhiyi stepped into the capital, the atmosphere became somewhat delicate. Everyone was calculating how much they could gain from this matter. The problem of the Jianghu outlaws had been exposed, and Fang Zhiyi had solved the most difficult step: obtaining the rosters of these sects. As long as he could control these people, many things would be much easier.
Most importantly, Fang Zhiyi is now slowly slipping out of their control, which is unacceptable.
I thought he was good before because he had no background or faction and was smart. But now I can't let him grow too powerful. What makes a thug like him so special?
On the emperor's desk were many memorials, which were completely opposite to the previous ones that spoke out for Fang Zhiyi. The memorials either impeached Fang Zhiyi for overstepping the rules or said that Fang Zhiyi acted arrogantly. Some even impeached him for establishing the Zhetianwei in order to control the martial arts world and intimidate the court.
The informants kept reporting Fang Zhiyi's movements. Some people already regarded the Sihai Trading Company, the canal transport, the black market, and the mines that Fang Zhiyi had set up as their own property. Simply put, once the sheep is fattened up, it's time to slaughter it.
Fang Zhiyi's convoy paused briefly at the gate of the capital. He peered out, looking at the gate. It had been a long, long time since he last visited. The guards didn't recognize him, but seeing the menacing border troops surrounding the carriage, they dared not urge him on. Just then, a sudden change occurred. The border troops originally responsible for protecting Fang Zhiyi suddenly launched an attack, instantly felling the guards. The gate was taken over by the border troops, and then shouts of battle rang out at the city gate. A large yellow flag was raised high, and guided by this flag, the main force charged towards the palace. The remaining soldiers pulled Fang Zhiyi's carriage through the city gate and then closed it.
Warhorses trampled through the streets, causing many to scatter in fear, while foot soldiers followed closely behind, their swords gleaming coldly.
Huang Chao, wielding a broadsword, held the palace gates, which were not yet fully closed. The soldiers behind him shouted in unison, and with just a few charges, the palace gates were completely smashed open. The imperial guards who rushed over were thrown into disarray by the border troops under Huang Chao's command.
For a long time, the Imperial Guards mostly just went through the motions of ceremonial processions, unlike the people led by Huang Chao, who had actually fought on the frontier for years, and whose combat strength and teamwork far surpassed those of the Imperial Guards.
The emperor was so frightened that he hid under the table, completely unaware of the chaos and turmoil outside.
The streets of the capital were eerily quiet that day, but blood flowed through the residences of officials, and the imperial palace was occupied by the rebels.
Fang Zhiyi sat in the carriage humming a little tune, smiling and telling the guards following him not to be too nervous.
A pale-faced eunuch rushed over and said to Fang Zhiyi in a trembling voice, "Lord Fang, the Emperor, no, the Emperor, requests that you come to the palace for a talk."
Fang Zhiyi was not surprised at all. After walking a short distance, she saw soldiers rushing into a mansion, and then screams and pleas for mercy came from inside. It seemed that Huang Chao still hadn't forgotten the anger he felt when these people ridiculed him.
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