King of Creation Chapter 1814 - 1799: An Hour

"Prince Huan’s Golden Order?"

In Chief Steward Mao’s hand, that token blazing with golden light and exuding a vast Primordial Aura made Ye Zhen’s pupils suddenly contract.

As a Wind Patrol Envoy of the Heavenly Patrol Department, Ye Zhen knew very well about the existence of the Prince’s Golden Order.

The Eldest Prince Ji Ao’s title of Prince Huan placed him among the Princes, so this Prince Huan’s Golden Order should be genuine.

But this Prince Huan’s Golden Order normally could only represent the Prince himself; now that it was in the hand of an eunuch, what exactly that should count as, even Ye Zhen wasn’t sure.

Whether attacking the holder of Prince Huan’s Golden Order counted as rebellion or not, Ye Zhen could not determine.

What Ye Zhen could be sure of, however, was that in the Great Zhou Dynasty, attacking Royal Family Relatives—especially leading troops against the Royal Family Direct Lineage—was a grave taboo.

One misstep, and Ye Zhen would take a disastrous fall.

Seeing Ye Zhen stand there without any reaction for a long while, this Chief Steward Mao from Prince Huan’s Mansion threw his head back and laughed wildly.

"Commander Ye, earlier this house spoke kindly with you, yet you refused to agree, forcing this house to use this method. You’re the one who wouldn’t drink the toast and insists on drinking the punishment wine."

"Hmph, now this house wants to see, what can you possibly do to this house?"

"Right now this house is going to release people. Do you dare to stop me? Once this house releases these high ministers, what leverage will you still have to threaten Marquis Haiyuan Kingdom?"

"Overestimating your own strength!"

After three arrogant peals of laughter, Chief Steward Mao flicked his robe sleeves, continued to hold up Prince Huan’s Golden Order, and leisurely began releasing people one by one, the first being the Great General of Marquis Haiyuan Kingdom.

Ye Zhen’s face, however, turned ashen and iron-blue.

In Ye Zhen’s eyes, what Chief Steward Mao was doing was practically taking a dump on his head.

If today he allowed Chief Steward Mao to act like this, then as the Second Route Wind Patrol Envoy of the Heavenly Patrol Department, how would he ever have any authority again?

Within his jurisdiction, anyone who managed to latch onto a connection with Prince Huan’s Mansion could do whatever they pleased right over the Second Route Wind Patrol Envoy’s head.

As for the jurisdiction over Marquis Haiyuan Kingdom that Ye Zhen had painstakingly exchanged for with the West Patrol Qiangu, it would all have been for nothing.

"Bold castrated slave, you truly do not know life from death!" Ye Zhen practically squeezed this sentence out from between his teeth.

At this point, the two sides had completely torn the mask off.

Chief Steward Mao also let out a cold laugh, utterly unscrupulous now. "This house is indeed a eunuch, but what of it? Right this moment, do you dare so much as touch a single hair on this house’s head?"

"Even if you were lent eighteen guts, you still wouldn’t dare touch a single hair on this house’s head!"

"Heh, Ye Zhen, your great calamity is about to fall on your head and you’re still clueless. If you know what’s good for you, kneel down right now in front of this house and admit your fault and kowtow. This house might yet spare you a path to live. If you acknowledge this house as your godfather, this house might even grant you a road to wealth and glory!"

Ye Zhen stared coldly at the utterly reckless Chief Steward Mao, his gaze as if looking at a dead man.

The Mother-child Magic Conch he had just taken out was, at some unknown point, already beginning to gleam with a faint green light.

"Ye, contacting this old man in such a hurry in the middle of the night—did something happen on the Princess’s side?" The voice from within the Mother-child Magic Conch carried a hint of urgency.

This was the voice of Yu Chaoen, Grand Overseer of Internal Affairs, Great Zhou—though slightly distorted after being transmitted through the Mother-child Magic Conch.

The reason Ye Zhen had a Mother-child Magic Conch that allowed him to contact Chief Eunuch Yu Chao’en directly was because Ye Zhen was close to Princess Changle. Yu Chaoen had specially given Ye Zhen a Mother-child Magic Conch for urgent contact, so that if an accident befell Princess Changle’s side, they could urgently reach Yu Chaoen.

Conversely, if necessary, Yu Chaoen could also contact Ye Zhen at the first possible moment.

"Chief Yu, the Princess is fine, but I have some issues here that I need to consult you about." Ye Zhen said.

"Speak!"

"Chief Yu, it’s like this: an Inner Eunuch is holding Prince Huan’s Golden Order and threatening me in the name of rebellion so that I don’t dare make a move, and is wantonly releasing the criminal offenders under my custody..." Ye Zhen gave the simplest possible summary.

Ye Zhen’s calm manner of speaking caught Chief Steward Mao’s attention.

Chief Steward Mao’s face, however, was full of disdain. "Commander Ye, this house wasn’t scared into this position. You contacting Chief Eunuch Yu directly—do you think this house will believe that?"

"Don’t talk about you and me; even His Highness Prince Huan himself has no way to contact Chief Eunuch Yu directly. Using this trick to fool this house—you’re really quite stupid, aren’t you?"

Speaking of this, Chief Steward Mao laughed. "Oh right, this trick is not bad for saving face and finding yourself a way down the stage."

Facing Chief Steward Mao’s ridicule, Ye Zhen said nothing, merely spoke again into the Mother-child Magic Conch: "Chief Yu, I just want to know, if I give the order to attack this fellow holding Prince Huan’s Golden Order, what consequences would there be?"

"Don’t act rashly. Let this old man handle this matter." Yu Chaoen’s voice came from within the Mother-child Magic Conch.

"Chief Yu, it’s not that I’m being rash; this fellow demanded I kneel down and acknowledge him as my godfather. The fact that I didn’t kill him on the spot is already me exercising restraint." Ye Zhen said coldly.

"What?"

A cry of shock came from within the Mother-child Magic Conch.

"What’s his name?"

"Chief Steward Mao of Prince Huan’s Mansion, Mao Yongcheng!" Ye Zhen answered.

"Mao Yongcheng, such colossal dog guts you have." A furious shout came from within the Mother-child Magic Conch. "Ye Zhen, give this old man an hour. In an hour, my people will appear before you."

"Alright!"

Ye Zhen had just responded when Mao Yongcheng’s mocking voice rang out again. "Commander Ye, your acting is really quite convincing."

"But even if you’re going to lie, at least make it a bit more believable. The voice in that Mother-child Magic Conch sounds nothing like the Ancestor."

"Where did you find such a dumb fool who can’t even act properly to try and trick this house..."

The corner of Ye Zhen’s mouth lifted in a faint smile. Since this Chief Steward Mao was courting death on his own, he didn’t mind obliging him. Silently, Ye Zhen turned the opening of the Mother-child Magic Conch toward Chief Steward Mao.

"Impudent!"

Yu Chaoen’s furious roar transmitted out from the Mother-child Magic Conch, but the latter still snorted disdainfully.

Yet in just over a dozen breaths, Mao Yongcheng could no longer laugh.

A middle-aged man in dark robes, flanked by two subordinates, appeared at the Government Office of the Second Route Wind Patrol Envoy of the Heavenly Patrol Department in Haiyuan City.

"Which one of you is Mao Yongcheng, Chief Eunuch in charge of cases at the Foreign Affairs Office?" That voice, cold down to the bone, sent a chill through everyone present.

Such a professionally precise form of address made Chief Steward Mao’s heart give a violent tremor; he hurriedly answered, "I am. And you are?"

"You?"

The dark-robed middle-aged man cast Mao Yongcheng a cold glance and said nothing. He merely produced an utterly pitch-black Token.

At just a single look at that Token, Mao Yongcheng shuddered violently.

"Stand there quietly and wait. In an hour, the main party will arrive."

The words "an hour" were like a bolt of thunder exploding above his head, making Chief Steward Mao’s body shake like chaff in a sieve.

"Th-this... this is impossible!"

In an instant, Chief Steward Mao broke out in a torrent of sweat.

Chief Yu, Yu Chaoen’s men, arrived even faster than Ye Zhen had imagined.

In just a little more than a quarter of an hour, a squad of eunuchs clad in Green Python Official Robes swept over at high speed.

"Which one of you is Mao Yongcheng, Chief Eunuch in charge of cases at the Foreign Affairs Office?"

With that harsh shout, Chief Steward Mao of Prince Huan’s Mansion, who was already drenched in sweat, the sweat soaking the ground, instantly went limp and collapsed to the floor.