Lei An said, "Geng the Purple Coat, it was only a hundred men. That hardly counts as moving troops, does it?

We admit we surrounded the Ministry of Justice, but we were only worried about the marquis.

As for defying an edict, we've been wronged... Even if you gave us a hundred times the nerve, we'd never dare defy an edict."

Geng Jing was about to speak when Ning Chen said sharply, "What a clever tongue. A hundred men doesn't count as moving troops? Were those ordinary soldiers you brought?

That was the Ning'an Army. Every one of them is a fighter who can take on ten.

You won't escape a single one of the crimes Geng the Purple Coat just named."

Yuan Long and the other two stared at Ning Chen. Who is this damned eunuch?

Ning Chen said angrily, "Here at the Son of Heaven's feet, with a clean sky over all our heads, Feng Qizheng gravely injured someone. Even if the Ministry of Justice really had arrested him, would it have been wrong?

He has merit from the battlefield, and Her Majesty made him a marquis herself, but that doesn't put him above the law of the Great Xuan.

The way I see it, you've let your merit go to your heads. That's the only reason you dared to be so arrogant and overbearing, so bold you'd even surround the Ministry of Justice.

If Commander Nie hadn't arrived in time today, were you planning to storm the Ministry of Justice?"

Yuan Long stared at Ning Chen. "Who are you?"

Ning Chen said, "The man who's going to deal with you."

Yuan Long laughed coldly. "You?"

Ning Chen said nothing. Instead, he had the red coats step out first and close the door behind them.

Then he got up, walked over to the three of them, stared hard and demanded sharply, "Let me ask you this. Do you think that now the prince is dead, there's no one left who can keep you in line?

Do you think that because you've won merit in battle, you can ignore…