Xu Xiao laughed heartily and walked towards a carriage with only a few personal retainers of the Prince's Mansion left. Naturally, he could not bring the Steel Cavalry under the command of the Prince's Banner to the foot of the Imperial City's wall. The black-clothed Yang Taisui did not move. He still stood a thousand feet outside the door with a bleak expression. Back then, he was still a monk who sought fame and achievements. Xu Xiao had already led six hundred black-armored soldiers out of Jinzhou. He gave advice to the late Emperor while Xu Xiao was the Emperor's vanguard. One was a scholar while the other was a warrior. They complemented each other well. At that time, the late Emperor regarded the two of them as his right-hand men. They used to climb up to the Baohe Hall to drink together and talk about the chaotic world under the moonlight. Xu Xiao did not study much, so he was always forced to recite poems. He was crude and vulgar and was laughed at every time. After he got drunk, he would wantonly lie down and it did not matter who was using whose arm as a pillow. The last time they met was when Xu Xiao destroyed West Chu and returned to the capital to receive the title of Da Zhu State. They only talked to each other, no longer as unscrupulous as before. After that, he no longer participated in politics and only talked about Zen and poetry.
After that, he was instructed by the late Emperor to drink farewell wine with Xu Xiao.
Only then did that beautiful woman enter the palace alone with a sword and a white gown. After that, he no longer had the face to see Xu Xiao.
Xu Xiao was not far from the carriage when a carriage galloped towards him. The coachman was sweating profusely. Xu Xiao waved his hand to signal Spear Immortal Wang Xiu's Shidi, Han Laoshan, not to worry. He leaned to the side and barely dodged the hooves of two big horses. He only signaled a master from the Prince's Mansion to take a prepared outer robe from the carriage and prepare to wear it to the morning court.
Xu Xiao did not mind the carriage's collision. However, the coachman from the Prince's Mansion thought that the hunchbacked old man was an eyesore and thought that he was some blind servant of an official in the imperial court. The master in the carriage was already late for the morning court because he was unwell. The master kept urging him all the way, causing him to be scolded countless times. Of course, his mood was extremely bad. In a fit of anger, he raised his whip and smashed the coachman. Xu Xiao smiled and did not move. Han Laoshan grabbed the whip, pulled the coachman down, and stomped on his chest. With a crack, two ribs were broken.
A middle-aged Confucian scholar wearing a fourth-rank Yunyan civil official's robe came down from the carriage. Seeing that his servant was in trouble, he flew into a rage. Looking at the unfamiliar old man, he did not care about his manners and cursed loudly. Generally, he was angrily scolding which servant dared to be so arrogant and commit such a crime outside the Imperial City. He pointed at Xu Xiao's nose and asked him to report the name of the official in his mansion. When he went to court later, he would personally impeach the Emperor.
This Confucian scholar was a fourth-rank Confucian, the same rank as the Prefecture Overseer. He was the son of the Crown Prince's Left Concubine and held a position in the Eastern Palace that made people jealous. Not only that, his father, Liu Binzhong, was the Grand Secretary of the Eastern Pavilion, an important official of two dynasties. In this dynasty, the most prestigious civil officials were the Three Halls and Three Pavilions. Although the Eastern Pavilion was at the bottom, the Three Halls and Three Pavilions were not full. Including the Wuying Palace, Wenhua Palace, and Wenyuan Pavilion, there were only four. Liu Binzhong, as one of the four, was an extraordinary honor. In addition, his brother, Liu Tiren, was the Yinqing Guanglu Daifu. The three of them were officials in the imperial court, which was a legend. Were it not for this, he would not have dared to casually speak of impeachment outside the gates of the Imperial City. After all, officials who could participate in the morning court were not ordinary people.
Xu Xiao looked at the fourth-rank Crown Prince's Left Concubine's spittle flying everywhere and dismissed it with a smile. A retainer jumped off the carriage with a bundle and undid a corner of his court robe. The Confucian official from the Liu Family glanced at it and subconsciously froze. Was this old man in front of him an official? But he had never heard of civil officials or generals wearing such a style of official robe. In this world, official robes were far more important than official manors. Once exposed and proven, the only outcome would be imprisonment and banishment. When the bundle was completely opened, the eyes of the Liu Family's Left Concubine of the Eastern Palace widened. A python robe? That was a blue satin robe embroidered with a five-clawed python?!
Since ancient times, python robes had been the robe of an elephant dragon. It was similar to the dragon robe worn by the Emperor, but it lacked a claw. Like the dragon robe, the words "Jiang Ya Hai" were embroidered on it. The current dynasty clearly states that only the princes can embroider the nine pythons and five claws. Only the imperial family can embroider the bright yellow and apricot yellow colors. The dragon python has five different postures: curving on the water, standing upright on the water, lying on the water of the three rivers, lying on the water of the five rivers, and lying fully on the water of the five rivers. There are strict regulations on which postures should be used at which level.
The man surnamed Liu watched the old man put on the embroidered robe with the help of the servants and swallowed his saliva.
Dragon Python Robe.
The Five Claws of the Nine Dragons were one more claw than General Gu Jiantang! The material of blue satin meant that he wasn't a member of the royal family. Was he a prince with a different surname?
Counting with one's fingers, how many kings with different surnames were there in the dynasty?
The old man was wearing a python robe that was unique in the entire dynasty. It was clear that he was going to attend the imperial court. What was more, other than wearing this terrifying python robe, he was also holding a saber.
Who could carry a sword to court?!
Even if Liu was an idiot, he would know who the old man in front of him was!
The King of Beiliang, Xu Xiao.
After the hunchbacked old man put on the extravagant python robe and carried the Beiliang saber, he walked straight to the southern gate of the imperial city.
The Left Concubine's Left Concubine's son knelt on the ground with a thud. He no longer had any thoughts of attending the imperial court. He just kowtowed there with all his might, leaving a pool of blood on the stone floor.
Xu Xiao, wearing a python robe, walked into the imperial city.
The opening of the city gate was a little dim. After walking out, Ren Tu blocked the warm sunlight and squinted at the great hall in the distance.
The two rows of officers in front and behind him all knelt on the ground.
The eunuchs all acted as if they were facing a great enemy and yelled at the top of their lungs, "The King of Beiliang enters the palace!"
The hunchbacked old man limped forward slowly, as if he didn't care that there was the Emperor, Grand Secretary Zhang Julu, General Gu Jiantang, and all the civil and military officials waiting there.
He silently counted his steps and finally walked up the steps. Looking back at the city gate, he smiled and muttered to himself, "I'm old."
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