Chapter 591

"Boss…"

This constable still wanted to say something, but Chi Yongchun's younger cousin had already made up his mind. Not waiting for him to speak, he cut in, "Enough, no need to say more. I won't get involved in this!"

At this point he was utterly terrified by Xuanqing Daozhang's recent cruel tactics—whether it was Cui Ji or the bodyguards Cui Ji had brought to protect Zhu Xing, all were gruesomely slain by Xuanqing Daozhang, leaving his courage shattered.

When Xuanqing Daozhang called out to him, he still tried to be defiant, but he immediately fell to his knees before Xuanqing Daozhang, begging for mercy and desperately trying to hold back his urge to urinate.

Only then did he avoid wetting his pants!

Xuanqing Daozhang called him out; although he was investigating his leaking information, he didn't execute him on the spot. Instead, he ordered them to deal with the corpses in the courtyard. Only after mentioning the little heart in his throat did he relax, his face full of the joy of having survived a disaster.

He dared not imagine that if a similar incident occurred again—if Xuanqing Daozhang hadn't been killed by Zhu Xing and learned it was his leaking information—whether Xuanqing Daozhang would still be magnanimous and not hold a grudge against him.

Even if that possibility were ninety‑nine percent, he wouldn't dare gamble on it.

At this moment, he finally fully understood the principle that "a life is only one."

Why did his parents, while he was hanging out with his cousin, become a government constable, eat imperial rations, and repeatedly advise him—again and again—to be kind to others, not abuse his constable authority, and not use his cousin's background to commit crimes?

He didn't know whether leaking information could get him onto Zhu Xing's thigh. He knew exactly what Zhu Xing was. Without any special talent, hoping to cling to Zhu Xing's thigh through leaking information was not impossible, but the odds were slim. By comparison, he was far more aware of the consequences of offending Xuanqing Daozhang.

Cui Ji and the armored warriors he brought are living examples!

"Fool, you don't even seize such a good chance to hug Young Master Zhu's thigh; I see you're material for being a low‑class constable for life!"

The constable still wanted to say something, but seeing Chi Yongchun's younger cousin, he muttered under his breath, rolled his eyes, then shouted suddenly. When Chi Yongchun's cousin and another constable asked what was wrong, he hurriedly began to explain:

"Boss, my stomach hurts, maybe I ate something bad. Could you guys take care of things here? I'll go to the latrine first!"

"Go ahead, don't soil your crotch!"

Chi Yongchun's cousin waved his hand in disgust.

Not long after.

When that constable vanished, the other constable whispered, "Boss, he's clearly planning to sneak off to the county town to leak information to Young Master Zhu. Aren't you going to stop him?"

"Stop him? How could I stop him? He has ideas, he's ambitious. If I stopped him, wouldn't I become his enemy?"

Chi Yongchun's cousin smiled. He hadn't been a constable just for a day or two; his skill might be average, but his eyesight was honed. He saw through the flamboyant act of that constable at a glance, merely pointing out the flaw. After all, everyone has their own aspirations, and at least the other had reminded him, so he rephrased:

"What, you don't want to hug Young Master Zhu of the Zhu Clan's thigh?"

"Hug a thigh?"

The other constable heard that, smiled as if something occurred to him, his face full of sarcasm, and said seriously:

"Boss, we all know what Young Master Zhu is. Expecting to cling to his thigh just by leaking information is almost impossible. Since we can't hug his thigh, why should we offend this Daoist elder, who truly dares to kill!"

Kill people.

It was a major case within a major case. As constables, they should have apprehended Xuanqing Daozhang after witnessing him brutally slaughter Cui Ji's party, but Xuanqing Daozhang's recent display had terrified them completely; even now, recalling it makes their legs feel weak and their bodies limp.

Facing this major case, even though it occurred within their jurisdiction, they could only turn a deaf ear and stay silent; before anyone reported it, they would treat the incident as if it never happened. Of course.

Even if someone actually filed a report, they would merely go through the motions; even knowing the real culprit was Xuanqing Daozhang, they would pretend ignorance. Should the reporter present evidence, they would still scrutinize its authenticity.

"You're right. That Young Master Zhu—can ordinary folks just grab his thigh like that?"

Chi Yongchun's cousin gave a self‑deprecating smile.

Not long ago.

He and his cousin had hoped to leak the news of the Cui Clan's extermination to inform Young Master Zhu of the Zhu Clan, but they never imagined that when they rushed to the Zhu household, not only did they fail to see Young Master Zhu, they didn't even get past the Zhu family's gate—showing how high the threshold was.

A long while.

"Daozhang, Daozhang, Daozhang!"

The successive shouts drew the busy Xuanqing Daozhang out of the main hall. Wang Ping'an stood nearby, watching the two constables in the courtyard bowing respectfully and the newly cleared yard. There were no corpses, not even a drop of blood, but a pile of spotless armor lay beside them, prompting him to think admiringly:

"Honestly, if these two weren't constables but cleaners, they'd be excellent at it—maybe they could even get rich!"

Of course.

You have reached this novel.

He could understand why these two constables cleaned the courtyard so impeccably—because their master's sharp sword hung over their heads. In the face of mortal danger, he believed any normal person could achieve such a level.

Xuanqing Daozhang said, "What's the matter you called me for?"

"Daozhang, we've already cleaned the courtyard spotless. What further orders do you have?"

Chi Yongchun's cousin said with a flattering smile.

Deep down he breathed a sigh of relief; he had still worried that when Xuanqing Daozhang appeared and saw their three constables suddenly become two, he would ask where the missing constable had gone, and he wouldn't know how to answer.

Should he report truthfully, or lie for the other?

"Since the courtyard is already spotless, I guess you're not interested in attending Le Wenmao's funeral. I won't keep you; you may leave!"

Xuanqing Daozhang ignored the two constables' awkward smiles, waved his hand as if relieved of a burden, and turned to leave. Suddenly he called out. Chi Yongchun's cousin turned, still smiling flattery, and said in a low, submissive tone:

"Daozhang, do you have anything else?"

"I recall there were three of you. Where's the other one?"

As soon as Xuanqing Daozhang finished speaking, Chi Yongchun's cousin wore a troubled expression, seemingly at a loss for an answer. The other constable lowered his head like an ostrich, avoiding eye contact, and without waiting for Chi Yongchun's cousin to find an excuse, he said with a grin:

"Did he run off to the county town to leak information?"

(End of chapter)