The manager braced himself and nodded.

The officer at their head pointed at Feng Qizheng. "Arrest this lunatic."

The manager hurried to warn him. "General, go easy. This gentleman is the Marquis of Loyal Valor."

The officer went white.

Ning Chen was surprised too. When had Feng Qizheng become the Marquis of Loyal Valor?

Ning Chen hadn't come back to life yet when the An Emperor made Feng Qizheng a marquis.

And the An Emperor and the others had forgotten to tell him... so Ning Chen had no idea.

But the manager knew Feng Qizheng.

Feng Qizheng had come to the Heavenly Blessing Tower with Ning Chen plenty of times.

The officer didn't know him by sight, but he knew of the Marquis of Loyal Valor.

After all, he was the first marquis Her Majesty had ever created.

He also knew that this man wasn't only the Marquis of Loyal Valor. He was the commander of the modao army and held a generalship of the third rank.

Most important of all, he had followed the Prince Regent on campaign after campaign, north and south, east and west, and won a string of brilliant victories.

This man was far too important. They couldn't afford to cross him.

Feng Qizheng's face was flushed red from drink, and his eyes were glazed. Breathing out wine fumes, he was looking around for something.

At last his bleary eyes landed on the three men lying on the floor.

"You dogs. I fought north and south, took back our lost land, made sure the Great Xuan didn't lose an inch of ground, and kept the Great Xuan's people from being pushed around...

And you sons of bitches, you pieces of trash, you dare badmouth him behind his back? If your father doesn't knock your heads till they fart today, my name isn't Feng!"

Cursing all the way, Feng Qizheng staggered toward the three men on the floor.

The officer's expression shifted when he saw it.

Feng Qizheng was a general who'd fought and killed on the battlefield. These three young dandies had soft skin and not…