Chapter 59: His Majesty Is Right—Power Is Joy!

The Viceroy and the Chief Constable arrived at the government office early in the morning, hearing that Lin Yue’e had arrested the Northern Envoy.

Now the Northern Envoy has escalated the matter to the diplomatic level, and officials from the Ministry of Rites have come to demand answers.

The Viceroy and the Chief Constable are truly headachy now; if this isn’t handled properly, they will surely be demoted and fined.

Lin Yue’e stated firmly: “That Northern Envoy was lurking near the Ninth Princess’s residence. I suspect it’s because His Majesty refused to marry off the Ninth Princess in alliance, and they intend to kidnap her—I’m acting to prevent disaster before it happens!”

After Li Chen left last night, Lin Yue’e explored the area and spent the entire night compiling data on the Northern Envoy’s activities since arriving in the capital, deducing this possibility.

She also suspected espionage and collusion with a member of the imperial clan, but she had no evidence for that.

“Do you have proof they plan to kidnap the Ninth Princess?”

“Not yet confirmed, but give me some time.”

“So you have no proof?”

“We can’t wait until they’ve done it before we act. I’m the Constable in charge of that area—protecting its safety is my duty!”

The other officers nearby were stunned—Lin Yue’e dared to defy the Viceroy like that? Truly bold.

The Chief Constable saw the Viceroy’s face turning red with anger and began to urge: “My lord, Constable Lin’s words hold great merit. If she hadn’t acted in time and those Wang Ting envoys succeeded in kidnapping the Ninth Princess, we’d both be derelict in duty.”

It was clear the Chief Constable still protected Lin Yue’e.

He laid out the gravity of the situation.

As long as the Wang Ting envoys haven’t caused trouble, it’s fine—but if they do, getting dismissed is the least of our worries; execution is the real danger.

Moreover, Lin Yue’e acted on citizen reports, following proper procedure—not deliberately provoking trouble.

“Then what do you suggest? The Ministry of Rites and Wang Ting people are all inside.” The Viceroy deflated like a punctured ball.

Heavy diplomatic pressure, and his own subordinate stubborn as stone—he suffered from both sides.

Being this Viceroy was nothing but miserable.

The Chief Constable pondered a moment, then spoke earnestly to Lin Yue’e: “How about this—you go apologize to the Wang Ting Envoy, then we release him, and increase surveillance to ensure they don’t cause trouble in the capital. That should resolve it.”

Because the imprisoned Atade had demanded Lin Yue’e personally apologize—if she didn’t kneel and beg forgiveness, he’d rather die in jail than leave.

The Chief Constable knew Lin Yue’e’s nature, but here, he hoped she’d yield a little.

“Hmph. I’ll handle it myself.”

Saying this, Lin Yue’e walked toward the detention area.

The Viceroy and Chief Constable exchanged glances, helplessly shook their heads, and followed behind.

As they neared, Lin Yue’e heard a group of Ministry of Rites officials urging Atade to leave his cell.

Atade was just stubborn—the more the Ministry officials pleaded, the less he wanted to leave, even claiming the cell was comfortable.

Nearby, several men dressed in full Northern Wang Ting official attire kept pressuring the Ministry officials.

When they spotted the “culprit,” Lin Yue’e, they all began denouncing her.

“Constable Lin, come quickly and apologize to the Wang Ting Envoy—or you’ll never keep your post!”

“How could you handle this? Do you think you can just arrest the Wang Ting Envoy whenever you please?!”

The Ministry officials spoke with haughty arrogance—each of them held a higher rank than Lin Yue’e, so they could scold her freely.

Atade, seeing Lin Yue’e approach, sneered: “If it isn’t the great Constable Lin. Where’s that intimidating aura from yesterday when you arrested people? I wonder what the Khan will think when he hears of this.”

He opened with “the Khan,” hoping to pressure these minor officials with his lord’s name.

The Khan couldn’t frighten someone like Li Chen, but that didn’t mean these lesser officials weren’t terrified.

Once he started, the other Wang Ting envoys joined in mocking her.

In an instant, Lin Yue’e became the target of everyone’s ire.

Surveying the ugly faces around her, Lin Yue’e spoke coldly: “Have you finished? Then it’s my turn.”

As she spoke, she pulled a jade insignia from her robe.

The insignia was forged entirely of dark gold, glowing with vast, golden radiance.

Intricate dragon patterns were carved upon it, lifelike, as if ready to soar into the sky at any moment.

At its center were two bold, powerful characters: “Imperial Gift.” When this insignia appeared before them, a crushing aura of authority erupted.

It was the pressure of the Emperor himself!

The noisy scene instantly fell silent.

All eyes fixed on the insignia, faces filled with disbelief.

“This is…” one official whispered, voice trembling.

“The Emperor’s insignia!” the Ministry officials recognized it at once, their voices thick with reverence.

Lin Yue’e raised the insignia high, her voice clear and resolute: “The Emperor’s gift is here—why are you not kneeling?!”

Instantly, everyone present knelt—including those who had just been so haughty.

Their faces were etched with terror and awe, bodies trembling as if facing the supreme power of heaven and earth.

“Long live His Majesty! Long live! Long, long live!”

“Long live His Majesty! Long live! Long, long live!”

!

The crowd shouted, their voices echoing through the vast prison, lingering long after.

Lin Yue’e looked at the kneeling crowd, a profound sense of exhilaration surging within her.

Go on, why don’t you keep talking?

Your ranks are higher than mine, yet you scolded me without asking right from wrong.

Now you know I have backing too!

Indeed, this thing works wonders!

His Majesty was right—power is joy!

Just now I was going to explain, now I don’t even care to.

After scanning the men above her in rank, Lin Yue’e glanced dismissively at Atade, stunned inside his cell.

Your patron is the Khan of the Northern Wang Ting. My patron is the Emperor of the Tian Ce Dynasty.

Who fears whom?

“This is a government office—get out, all of you!”

Lin Yue’e didn’t mince words, her tone icy.

Hearing her command, the Ministry officials bolted out, along with the Wang Ting envoys.

Atade inside the cell was dumbfounded—weren’t you here to rescue me? Why are you leaving so suddenly?

Lin Yue’e stepped to the cell door and said: “You like it here? Then stay.”

At this moment, Atade’s heart sank halfway. How could this Constable possibly know the current Emperor?!

Lin Yue’e had planned to leave immediately, but then remembered something and returned to the cell door, looking at Atade’s dazed expression: “Let me give you good news—our Emperor has declared he will declare war on your Wang Ting at a date to be chosen. If war breaks out, you’ll rot in prison for life!”

Seeing Atade’s face shift from confusion to terror, Lin Yue’e left satisfied.

Now Atade’s heart, already half-dead, turned completely cold.

“Constable Lin, I was wrong! Let me out! I’ll never do it again!”

He shouted desperately for her to release him, but no one cared.

If I’d known this would happen, I’d have walked out when the Ministry officials and the Viceroy offered to free me.

Ruined. Now I can’t even get out.

Just wanted to show off—and look what happened!

No, I shouldn’t have suggested capturing the Ninth Princess after being humiliated by the Tian Ce Emperor last time.

Now I’ve reaped what I sowed.

Atade had once been a fierce warrior, but now he hoped the Khan would cherish the current peace.

For peace, a little compromise is acceptable—please, don’t go to war!

As long as war hasn’t officially begun, even if my plot is uncovered, it’s only attempted crime—if I show good attitude, I might still walk free.

But if war truly breaks out, I’ll never leave this cell!

(End of Chapter)