Chapter 441: I Want to Report!

This country perished very quickly.

Because the Panlong Army had actually taken over the capital long ago, everything here was as usual, without any waves.

Logically speaking, Zhong Shengguang was just an official of Western Luo Nation, and of course, he had no power to confer titles on Huyan Zhao, and even saying "acting on behalf of the Emperor" was inappropriate, because Western Luo Nation didn't order him to attack Xi Ji at all. But the people present obviously didn't consider this issue, and even Huyan Zhao came to ask with a cheeky face when he could set off for the Lujua River.

"Don't be anxious." These were General Hong's original words, "You have to stay in the capital for a while."

Two days later, Huyan Zhao knew that the loyalist forces hadn't completely disappeared. Several armies in Xi Ji Nation had repeatedly tried to break through the blockade of the Panlong Army, but unfortunately failed.

But the news that Huyan Zhao was captured and Xi Ji had perished had been spread a few days ago. Seeing the change of dynasty and the opponent being the powerful Panlongcheng, these teams soon lost their fighting spirit.

And accompanied by Panlongcheng's attack, riots also broke out in many places in Xi Ji:

The Western Luo people who had been trapped in Xi Ji Nation for many years and suffered bullying rose up.

This force soon joined the Panlong Army to suppress the remaining resistance forces together.

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After leaving the ruins of Thousand Star City and walking north for two more days, the Stone Gate caravan was about to arrive at the border of the Chi Yan Nation.

The journey was peaceful, and Shi Er finally found the feeling of doing business from before. Honestly, if every business trip was so thrilling, no one would dare to transport goods even if they were several times more expensive.

Ahead was the pass leading to Chi Yan, and the queue was very, very long. Fushan Yue's attendant threw a string of money to the low-caste slave who was following the carriage, wanting to send him away:

"None of your business now, get lost."

Low-caste slaves couldn't leave the Twilight Plain and had to stop here.

Daring to take one step past the pass meant losing one's head! "Thank you for the reward, masters!" The low-caste slave picked up the string of money, nodding and bowing to the few people while glancing at the carriage.

Actually, these few were generous and gave more. In normal times, he would be overjoyed and go to the wine shed to buy half a shape of turbid wine to reward himself.

But now he couldn't care.

The little girl lying motionless in the carriage, relying on others to serve her, wasn't a child from a powerful family at all, but actually the same as him, a low-caste slave!

But Young Master Fushan wanted to take her across the border!

From now on, she would get rid of her humble fate and rush toward a free life.

Why? Just because she accidentally saved Young Master Fushan's life? Give him this opportunity, and he could do it too, and do it better than her!

"What are you doing?" Another guard passed by, and seeing him standing there motionless, kicked him, "Get lost! What are you standing here for?"

"Ah, going, going!" The low-caste slave saw Fushan Yue standing behind him, looking at him indifferently, and couldn't help but be startled.

He hurriedly smiled all over his face and ran away in a slip.

He Lingchuan turned from behind the carriage, looking at his back: "This guy has a lot of resentment."

"How do you know?" Fushan Yue was surprised, "Can you smell it too?"

"Smell what smell, I'm not a dog!" He Lingchuan said angrily, "I saw him washing the basin by the river a few days ago, smashing the basin while shouting 'Go to hell, little bitch', probably thinking no one was around."

This person vented at the river at that time, then fetched water and went back, accompanying Fushan Yue and the others with smiles and respect.

"Heh, why bother with him?" Fushan Yue didn't take it to heart at all, "Can a low-caste slave make any waves?"

At this time, Second Master Shi Er returned from the front, bringing bad news: "Oh no, three or four official caravans are cutting in line to pass the pass ahead, with more than 4,000 people, we probably won't be able to pass today."

Official caravans had priority, and their civilian caravans had to wait.

But it would be dark in an hour, and they would have to wait until tomorrow if they wanted to pass.

There was no other way, they could only stay at the inn tonight.

When the low-caste slave walked back, he also heard the sighs of other merchants who couldn't pass the pass.

Passing by a high-end restaurant, he walked slower, and the waiter saw the hand ring specially equipped for low-caste slaves, and drove him away very impolitely: "Shoo, get away! Don't hinder our business!"

Ordinary restaurants and inns didn't allow low-caste slaves to step in, and high-end ones didn't even allow them to get close, unless they were with the guests they served.

The only places they could patronize were other food sheds opened by low-caste slaves, usually in the most marginal and darkest corners of the local area.

Next, he sat in a dim small wine shed and drank half a shape of turbid wine.

The wine wasn't good, very scraping to the throat, but it was easy to get people drunk.

"Endure, endure!" He kept muttering, "Hitting a stone with an egg will kill you."

But taking advantage of the wine, he became more and more angry, more and more unfair: "Can't endure, can't endure! Why does she have a good life, and only you are a pig and a dog?"

He stood up and sat down several times, sobriety and reason swaying repeatedly on the balance of alcohol.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, rushing into the government office without looking back.

The small official inside saw a low-caste slave with a swollen face rush in, and was also startled, then scolded: "You, yes, you! What are you running around for, get out!"

The low-caste slave didn't get out, but leaned over, a mouthful of wine breath spraying all over the small official's face: "I want to report, I want to report!"

Not surprisingly, the low-caste slave received a beating.

The small official was about to call the government office runners to throw him out, when someone behind suddenly said: "Wait."

This person was very tall, with a strange face.

The small official turned his head and immediately bowed respectfully, just about to speak, when the other party had already said: "He came to report a case, why didn't you accept it?"

"Ah?" The small official was startled, "My lord, this is a low-caste slave, and he's drunk! His words cannot be trusted."

The low-caste slave's spit had sprayed onto his face, hateful! "You haven't verified it, how do you know his words cannot be trusted?" The tall man walked to the low-caste slave's side, "Hey."

The government office runner immediately kicked the low-caste slave a few times: "The lord is talking to you, get up and stand straight!"

The low-caste slave staggered up, bowing his head, one eye still swollen.

"Follow me."

Walking into the corridor behind the government office, it was quiet and there were no idlers, so the tall man asked: "You just said that the one hiding the low-caste slave girl and preparing to take her across the pass is the Chi Yan Nation's Young Master Fushan Yue?"

The low-caste slave had eaten this beating, his drunkenness woke up seven points, and he already started to regret it.

Had he lost his mind, how could he dare to enter the government office!

But it was too late now, he couldn't afford to offend this lord even more, so he had to lower his head: "Yes, yes!"

"How do you know she is a low-caste slave?"

"The little one has served her for several days, she has a mark on her left hand, which was left by wearing a hand ring for a long time." The low-caste slave raised his left hand to show him the ring on his wrist, "It's... this kind, but she has no ring on her hand, this is a capital crime!"

This ring had already been squeezed into the flesh, which was the mark of a low-caste slave. Taking it off privately was a capital crime, and even deliberate concealment would be punished.

"Interesting." The tall man turned to the small official, "Send someone to watch closely, verify it when passing the pass tomorrow."

It was useless to verify now, it wasn't a crime if you didn't take the low-caste slave to break through the pass.

The small official was startled: "Ah, my lord, if that person is really the Chi Yan Nation's Young Master..."

"The Young Master commits a crime, and is punished the same as the commoner." The tall man laughed, "You are in the territory of Lingxu City, and you are actually afraid of a Chi Yan person?"

The words were a bit heavy, and the small official's cold sweat brushed down, cursing the low-caste slave eight hundred times in his stomach, but on the surface, he said repeatedly: "This will be done, this will be done!"

The tall man emphasized again: "Check if that little girl is there first. Be smart, don't let Fushan Yue discover it. When passing the pass tomorrow, catch them in the act!"

He Lingchuan was drinking in the restaurant, at a single table.

People were coming and going around, he supported his head and stared out the window, his gaze not even focused.

There were footsteps approaching from behind, but he didn't pay attention.

Someone shouted: "Hey!"

He Lingchuan didn't respond or turn his head.

This voice actually said: "He Lingchuan."

He Lingchuan's heart shook violently.

He was a stranger in Beijia, how could someone here call out his real name? But his experience had grown, and at this moment he could forcibly suppress the instinct to turn his head, and even his back didn't move, as if he hadn't heard.

Only he himself knew that his waist and leg muscles were already tense, and he could explode to hurt people at any time.

But in the next second, he recognized this unique voice.

The owner of the voice also walked to the front and clicked his tongue twice: "It really is you! Young Master He, why didn't you give a response? I thought I recognized the wrong blade!"

"Shh—" He Lingchuan smiled, making a gesture to keep quiet, "I changed my name. Come, please sit!"

"It's rare to meet an old friend in a foreign land." He raised his hand to summon the waiter, "Come over and add dishes!"

That night, several government office runners replied to the small official: "Those people's carriages were all parked together, with special people taking turns to take care of them, so it was impossible to get close. But there was one that was always lit. We put one person in front to attract the coachman's attention, and others sneaked over to lift the curtain and look, hey, there was indeed a little girl sleeping inside, about six or seven years old."

"Is there a mark on her hand?"

"Oh, this can't be seen clearly." The government office runner said, "People came to move goods immediately."

"Why didn't you go up and check directly?" These guys were usually so arrogant, how could they be so timid?

The government office runner touched his head: "Didn't that lord explain to do it secretly and not to make a sound?"

"..." The small official was choked and had nothing to say, "Alright, alright, I will report it!"

The next day, in front of the border pass.

The crowd waiting to pass the pass once again formed a long line that couldn't be seen to the end.

The pass here was stricter than the border of the Baoshu Kingdom, mainly to check for any contraband.

For example, low-caste slaves.

Low-caste slaves were a specialty of the Twilight Plain, and countless low-caste slaves wanted to escape every year. If they didn't check strictly, how could they carry out the Holy Decree? Fortunately, the queue speed was still quite fast. There was no trouble at the pass today, and no sudden accidents needed to be handled, so the Stone Gate caravan passed the inspection a quarter of an hour earlier than Second Master Shi Er estimated.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 442 =====