As the words "arch-criminal Chen Pingping" escaped Yan Bingyun's thin lips, everyone in the Inspection Institute's secret chamber went mad. Their faces remained calm, but their eyes flickered with a touch of fierce coldness as they stared intently at Yan Bingyun's face, as if they wanted to tear him to shreds with their gazes.

Of the Inspection Institute's eight divisions, apart from the acting head of the Sixth Division, and Jing Ge of the Fifth Division, who was currently traveling slowly eastward in the Qing Kingdom convoy, all the high-ranking officials were gathered here. They were the true power figures of the Inspection Institute: Mu Tie, head of the First Division; the old man, head of the Second Division; Fan Xian's senior brother, head of the Third Division; and the heads of the Seventh and Eighth Divisions, all members of the Qi Nian Group. Including Yan Bingyun, who also served as head of the Fourth Division, everyone in this secret chamber was, in fact, from Fan Xian's inner circle.

Of course, Fan Xian's inner circle was also Chen Pingping's inner circle. Although they didn't have much interaction with Old Master Chen, like every official and spy in the Inspection Institute, the old master was their ancestor, holding an incredibly lofty position in their hearts.

The six people besides Yan Bingyun stood up abruptly, staring at Yan Bingyun's face. Mu Tie, the head of the First Division, his face full of black iron color, was incredibly angry, and roared in a hoarse voice: "Lord Yan, what do you think you are doing?"

Yan Bingyun met the gazes of these six people without flinching. Since returning from the land of Northern Qi, Chen Pingping and Fan Xian had been too lazy to handle the complicated institute affairs. In reality, in recent years, the matters of the Inspection Institute, large and small, had been managed by this cold-faced young master. He was the young master of Yan Ruohai's residence, with extremely long service in the institute. Back when he was just a teenager, he was sent to the extremely dangerous Northern Qi to conduct espionage activities. Afterwards, he was sold out by the Princess, and suffered unknown cruel tortures, so his reputation in the institute was extremely high.

Especially after Fan Xian gradually took over the power of the Inspection Institute, as Fan Xian's partner and closest subordinate, whether in dealing with the Ming family of Jiangnan, or in the battles with the Princess and the Imperial Palace, and in the Kyoto rebellion, he showed extremely strong abilities in sorting, analyzing intelligence, and making decisions.

With seniority, experience, dedication, sacrifice, and background, young Master Yan smoothly obtained a position in the Inspection Institute second only to two people and above ten thousand. All the officials, even the heads of the divisions who were nominally equal, acquiesced to his dispatch. They admired this young Master Yan from the bottom of their hearts.

Yan Bingyun's eyes twitched slightly as he looked at the six people in front of him, without a trace of retreat, and said word by word: "Chen Pingping assassinated His Majesty, and will be executed by slow slicing tomorrow. Our institute is ordered to accept this arch-criminal. Do you... want to rebel?"

News about His Majesty's assassination had already spread from the palace, and these senior officials of the Inspection Institute had grasped this information in the first instance. While they were shocked, they also realized that the old master hadn't returned to his hometown to retire with those thirty black carriages, but surprisingly appeared again in the Imperial Palace, and... actually assassinated His Majesty?

Not a single official of the Inspection Institute believed that this was the whole truth, let alone these six heads of the divisions. They looked coldly at Yan Bingyun, and finally Mu Tie spoke up in great anger: "The Master is retiring to his hometown, how could he appear in the Imperial Palace again? Assassinate His Majesty? Who is spreading rumors? What exactly happened in the palace?"

The head of the Third Division, who had been silent all along, lowered his head and slowly said: "I think the most important thing now is to find out..."

Yan Bingyun was furious, and slapped the long table, which buzzed. He said sternly: "His Majesty gave the order personally. Marshal Ye, Eunuch Yao, Academician He, everyone saw it with their own eyes. Investigate? Investigate what?"

The most senior and respected head of the Second Division suddenly drooped his eyelids, and said in a hoarse voice: "What if they saw it with their own eyes? I think... His Majesty just wants to move against our broken institute." The old man raised his face coldly and said: "If you want to condemn someone, you can always find a pretext. What reason can't His Majesty find if he wants to kill someone? It's just that this matter involves the old master. Besides the crime of treason and assassination of the monarch, what other crime can restrain him?"

There was silence in the secret chamber. The glass window, which was originally covered with black cloth, was particularly transparent today, making everyone feel a little uncomfortable. And the setting sun outside, gradually sinking in the west, cast the twilight on the vermilion palace walls of the Imperial Palace, which was reflected into the secret chamber of the Inspection Institute, enveloping the entire room in a blood-red light.

The head of the Second Division squinted at Yan Bingyun and said slowly: "Lord Yan, the final appointment of the Tisi has not yet been issued. You are not qualified to instruct us to do anything? You... are even less qualified to pull down this black cloth."

The silence in the secret chamber became even more frightening. All the senior officials of the Inspection Institute were watching Yan Bingyun, wanting to see how he would handle this earth-shattering event. And Mu Tie and the others, listening to the words of the old senior from the Second Division, the meaning of doubt in their eyes gradually became richer, and the gaze looking at Yan Bingyun began to turn cold.

"All the intelligence in the institute must go through my sorting. Some time ago, the Kyoto Garrison mysteriously disappeared, the Imperial Guards and the palace defense suddenly tightened, and the Privy Council secretly transferred troops... I sent all this intelligence to your desk." The head of the Second Division looked coldly at Yan Bingyun and said: "Now it seems that this is naturally His Majesty's means of dealing with the old master, but you... why didn't you react at all?"

Yan Bingyun's previous anger disappeared in the blink of an eye. His face was cold, and his whole body exuded a coldness, as if he was a block of ice.

"In these two weeks, you transferred most of the people from my division to Western Liang, to Dongyi, and most of them are probably still on the road." The head of the Second Division looked at him coldly and said: "Now the strength of the institute is less than one-third of what it used to be. What exactly do you want to do? Did you already know about today's events, so you were preparing for the palace in advance?"

"Most of the swordsmen and assassins of the Sixth Division were also transferred away from Kyoto, just a few days ago." The acting head of the Sixth Division looked at Yan Bingyun indifferently. He was the most powerful assassin in the Inspection Institute after Shadow. His gaze was like a sword, pinning Yan Bingyun down, as if to pin this block of ice in the twilight, letting it gradually melt. "You must give us an explanation."

The most powerful divisions in the Inspection Institute in terms of military force were the Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth Divisions. The Black Knights of the Fifth Division could not stay in Kyoto all the time, and now part of the Black Knights had left with the black convoy, and part was near Yanjing, receiving Fan Xian's return. The Fourth Division was under Yan Bingyun's control, and scattered in various prefectures and countries, so it was impossible to gather them in Kyoto to exert their strength.

When Yan Bingyun ordered the Sixth Division's swordsmen and assassins to be emptied, the most powerful military force in the entire Inspection Institute had been weakened to the extreme.

Mu Tie's heart trembled. He was in charge of the First Division in Kyoto, so the orders and transfers of the Inspection Institute these days didn't involve him. He didn't know until now that Yan Bingyun had secretly emptied so much power in the institute. Thinking of the earth-shattering changes in the Imperial Palace today, and thinking of Old Master Chen, his heart turned cold.

"I am a subject of the Qing Kingdom, a subject of His Majesty, an official of the Inspection Institute." Yan Bingyun was directly exposed by these officials for the preparations he had made in the past few days, but there was no trace of guilt on his face. He looked indifferently at the people standing on both sides of the long table, and said word by word: "Don't forget the first sentence you learned when you entered the institute!"

"Everything is for Qing Kingdom!" Yan Bingyun waved his hand extremely coldly. "Loyalty to His Majesty is the only thing we need to consider. Your previous words were already somewhat treasonous, and I don't want to hear them a second time."

Yes, the senior officials of the Inspection Institute had shown their resentment towards the Imperial Palace very fully. If people outside the institute knew about it, it would be no different from deceiving the monarch.

Yan Bingyun walked slowly to the window, squinted his eyes and looked at the blood-red twilight reflected in from outside. A cold voice seeped out from between his teeth: "Chen Pingping assassinated His Majesty, and his rebellion is obvious. If you insist on your own way, and want to collude with this rebel to do something, don't blame this official for being ruthless..."

The secret chamber fell silent again.

The acting head of the Sixth Division slowly grasped the handle of the iron awl at his waist, looked coldly at Yan Bingyun by the window, and said: "Although you have transferred most of my subordinates away, I think it's not difficult for my Sixth Division to kill you."

"What if you kill me?" Yan Bingyun's tone was indifferent and disdainful. "Do you want to rebel? Where can your family, the families and relatives of your swordsmen escape to? There are ten thousand soldiers outside. Even if you save the old master, can you kill your way out?"

The twilight shone on Yan Bingyun's face, which was difficult to thaw like frost, showing a very complex blood color. He turned his head slowly, looked at the head of the Sixth Division coldly, and said: "His Majesty's decree arrived in the morning. I have the master's warrant in my hand. From now on, this official is the third Tisi of the Inspection Institute! You must abide by this official's orders, otherwise you will be dealt with according to the Inspection Institute regulations."

"Lord Yan, I don't know what you're thinking." Mu Tie, who had been acting somewhat dull and confused in recent years, suddenly spoke sincerely: "Yes, Master Xing of the Sixth Division, with only those swordsmen and assassins, can at most rescue the old master from the institute, but can't send the old master out of Kyoto."

"But." Mu Tie's eyes lit up, particularly sparkling on his dark face, "My First Division is still here! If the eight divisions cooperate, it's not impossible to save anyone in this Kyoto!"

"The First Division has people hidden in various key government offices, and the Fourth Division must also have back-up plans... If Lord Yan can't do it, Old Yan must have this means." The head of the Second Division said coldly: "The Eighth Division will immediately instigate the students of Tai Academy to make trouble, no matter what the reason, as long as Kyoto is thrown into chaos. The Third Division will immediately take action to poison the water source inside Kyoto, forcing Kyoto to open its gates tomorrow. The Fourth Division ignites the fire, and once it exerts its strength, it will be easy to save only the old master."

As expected of the oldest batch of people in the Inspection Institute, they clearly sorted out the several actions to rescue Chen Pingping with a casual remark, and easily spoke out such vicious and spicy plans.

"Poisoning the water source in Kyoto?" Yan Bingyun's pupils shrank. "Do you want to let the officials and relatives of the entire Inspection Institute, and the people of the entire Kyoto... be buried with him?"

"Our Inspection Institute has the ability to turn Kyoto into a desolate city, if we really can make this determination." The head of the Second Division had a cold face, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing. "As long as the old master can live, what does it matter if tens of thousands of people die?"

Yan Bingyun's heart trembled slightly. Until today, he realized that the Inspection Institute, for which he had dedicated his entire life, had already forgotten the existence of the Emperor in its bones. All the officials were lunatics. For Chen Pingping, they could really do anything at any cost, and do countless crazy things.

"I won't give you this opportunity." Yan Bingyun narrowed his eyes and gently rang the small bell on the long table.

A burst of rapid footsteps came from outside the secret chamber. The faces of the heads of the eight divisions changed abruptly, knowing that something was wrong. Mu Tie's fingers trembled slightly. Looking at Yan Bingyun's face, he became more and more agitated, and said loudly: "Do you want to just watch the old master suffer humiliation and die tomorrow?"

Yan Bingyun had a cold face, and didn't say a word. The door of the secret chamber was pushed open, and his trusted officials filed in, controlling every corner of the room in a very short time.

The acting head of the Sixth Division still held the iron awl tightly in his hand. He ignored the people who came in behind him, and just looked coldly at Yan Bingyun.

The strength of the Kyoto Inspection Institute was extremely strong, but this square and gloomy building was just a brain. Their true strength was hidden in various branch offices, and in every dark place. The several heads in this secret chamber were equivalent to the brain of the Inspection Institute. As long as this brain was abolished, the officials of the Inspection Institute would be leaderless, and no matter how angry they were about Chen Pingping's matter, it would be difficult to condense into a huge force.

Yan Bingyun had obviously prepared for today's change for a long time. After the situation in the secret chamber was initially controlled, the elite troops of the Qing Kingdom, which had been guarding the periphery, split off a thousand-man formation, and approached the Inspection Institute.

A series of dense footsteps and the metallic sound of light armor colliding rang out around the square and gloomy building, which was very depressing and touching. A few shouts faintly came from the Inspection Institute's hall downstairs, and then it seemed that someone was faintly reading out an imperial decree.

No one in the secret chamber cared about these sounds. The six heads just stared at Yan Bingyun's face with anger and resentment.

Yan Bingyun looked at Mu Tie, who had an incredulous expression, and said calmly: "You can control the most manpower in Kyoto in the First Division, so this official can't let you out. Please bear with it in the prison for a while."

Mu Tie's eyes seemed to be spewing fire. He and Yan Bingyun were both Fan Xian's confidants, and the two had a good friendship. Based on his usual understanding, he couldn't believe that Yan Bingyun would choose to stab Old Master Chen hard in the back for the sake of wealth and glory.

The head of the Second Division closed his eyes, listened carefully to the surrounding sounds, and his brain turned quickly, constantly analyzing the balance of power between the two sides. After a long time, he opened his eyes and sighed very sadly. He knew that with Yan Bingyun's well-calculated plan, with the help of the Imperial Court's powerful military forces, he had successfully separated the brain and limbs of the Inspection Institute. More precisely, as long as Yan Bingyun controlled this square and gloomy building, the Inspection Institute would be equivalent to being half crippled.

"Don't do anything." He gently patted the shoulder of the acting head of the Sixth Division, letting him release his grip on the iron awl. The head of the Second Division was the most senior in this secret chamber, and the head of the Sixth Division had a vicious look on his face, but knew that the situation was already set, so he couldn't help but snort muffledly to the sky and released his hand.

The head of the Second Division looked coldly at Yan Bingyun and said: "We are probably all going to die."

Yan Bingyun lowered his eyes slightly and said slowly: "You didn't know about Chen Pingping's assassination of His Majesty. As long as you don't make any mistakes, this official will guarantee your life."

The head of the Second Division sighed, touched his already gray hair, and smiled mockingly, not knowing what he was thinking of. He suddenly said: "I wonder what Brother Ruohai will think after knowing about today's events? But Lord Yan, I advise you to kill all of us old guys, otherwise you won't be able to sleep peacefully as long as we live one more day."

This was not a threat, but a very sincere and naked declaration. The details of today's internal strife in the Inspection Institute would eventually be leaked out. If these heads of the eight divisions were not silenced, Yan Bingyun would inevitably face the wrath of the Inspection Institute officials who were loyal to Chen Pingping and angered by Chen Pingping's death.

And how many were those officials? No one knew. How many times would Yan Bingyun have to die to appease their anger? No one knew either.

After saying these words, the head of the Second Division was escorted out of the door by several officials. His back looked a little hunched and a little dim, but this was not because he was about to be imprisoned, but because he thought of Old Master Chen, who was about to die tomorrow.

The iron awl, crossbow arrows, daggers, inner armor, poison powder, and all weapons that could be used to kill people were all searched out from the acting head of the Sixth Division. This head had a cold face and did not put up any resistance. When he was being escorted past Yan Bingyun, he spat a mouthful of saliva on his face with a "poof".

Yan Bingyun gently wiped off the saliva on his face with his snow-white sleeve, looked at him and said: "Since you wanted to provoke this official to kill you, why didn't you resist earlier?"

"I don't want to die yet." The acting head of the Sixth Division looked at him and said in a strange laughing voice: "Because I want to see... how you, this traitor, will die in the end."

Mu Tie was also escorted out. He turned his head and glanced at Yan Bingyun, and helped explain to the acting head of the Sixth Division: "We really want to know how ugly you will die after Little Fan returns."

Yan Bingyun's face changed, but he remained silent.

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A vanguard army composed of a thousand soldiers from the Dingzhou Army, the Imperial Guards, and the Garrison, led by several eunuchs and important figures from the Imperial Court, had entered the square building of the Inspection Institute. All the officials of the Inspection Institute were gathered on the open ground behind the building. It wasn't that no one wanted to resist, but many people didn't know what had happened. In the face of His Majesty's decree, and without the orders of their superiors, these loyal Inspection Institute officials would certainly not retaliate blindly.

This was the first time since the establishment of the Inspection Institute that it had been occupied, and occupied in such a humiliating manner. Before today, neither the Privy Council nor the ministers of the Chancellery had any influence over this institute, and no army could enter here.

Because this institute had that old cripple sitting in the black wheelchair. As long as he was alive for one day, no one would dare to enter here recklessly.

Dense footsteps rang out on the stairs. A team of people came down from upstairs, walked out of the doorway, and came to the large, quiet courtyard behind the Inspection Institute. All the officials of the Inspection Institute found that the officers of the eight divisions had become prisoners, and no matter how strong their nerves were, they couldn't help but shake at this time, and subconsciously surged forward.

However, as mentioned earlier, the Fifth Division was not in Kyoto, and the Sixth Division had been transferred away by Yan Bingyun. The military force of the Inspection Institute had been emptied at this time. Most of the people in this square building were civil servants, such as those officials of the Second Division who spent all year round working on intelligence, whose lumbar spines might have problems. And those craftsmen in the Third Division who were good at making medicine and poison hadn't seen the sun for a long time. They felt a little dazed when they were exposed to the twilight at this time. And the officials of the Seventh and Eighth Divisions were not known for their military force.

Yan Bingyun walked last, squinted his eyes and glanced at the surrounding movements, stood in front of his trusted officials, and walked towards the eunuchs and ministers in front of the Imperial Guards.

Leading the army into the Inspection Institute was He Zongwei. He nodded slightly to Yan Bingyun, whose face was covered in frost. An old eunuch beside him, hunching over, said to Yan Bingyun: "Can we read out the imperial decree?"

Yan Bingyun frowned and said: "Let these soldiers put down the swords and spears in their hands, otherwise I can't guarantee that they won't all be poisoned to death later."

The old eunuch was slightly stunned, and after consulting He Zongwei's intentions with his eyes, he signaled to the general of the thousand-man team. The general felt a chill in his heart, but ordered his mixed army to put down the swords and spears in their hands as ordered.

The atmosphere in the field eased slightly, but Yan Bingyun didn't give these subordinates of the Inspection Institute any chance to react. The team escorting the heads of the eight divisions had already left the courtyard and was heading towards the prison.

There was an uproar in the field.

Yan Bingyun nodded to the old eunuch who was hunching over.

The old eunuch trembled and walked to the front of the two hundred or so officials of the Inspection Institute, cleared his throat, and began to slowly read out the charges against Chen Pingping, the former Tisi of the Inspection Institute, for treason and assassination of His Majesty.

The atmosphere in the field became more and more oppressive, the faces of all the Inspection Institute officials became more and more shocked, the emotions in their eyes became more and more complex, and the suspicion and anger from the bottom of their hearts became more and more intense. The old eunuch's voice became lower and lower, more and more flustered, and it seemed that he was about to be unable to continue, and the general of the mixed elite Qing army was also becoming more and more nervous.

Although the two hundred officials of the Inspection Institute's headquarters were not known for their military force, who knew how powerful they were before they became civil servants? Wang Qinian, one of the wings of the Inspection Institute, had also hidden in this building as a scribe for many years. What would be the outcome if these people really resisted angrily?

Although the officials of the Third Division were not carrying weapons, who knew how they would release the poison on their bodies?

The atmosphere in the courtyard became more and more tense, and it seemed that it could break at any time. At this moment, the old eunuch finally finished reading out the imperial decree. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and secretly rejoiced in his heart.

Yes, although the officials of the Inspection Institute showed deep suspicion, shock, and anger, no one moved, because this was a real iron army, an iron team. As long as the superiors didn't issue an order, they would definitely keep waiting until they couldn't wait any longer.

Countless eyes looked at Yan Bingyun, who was standing at the forefront, because he was the highest-ranking official of the Inspection Institute now. Although there was also suspicion in these eyes, they were still waiting for Yan Bingyun to speak.

Yan Bingyun was silent for a moment, but didn't explain anything to these officials of the Inspection Institute. Instead, he looked directly at the passage in the courtyard.

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Several imperial physicians, several eunuchs, and dozens of imperial guards carried a stretcher in from that passage. A thin old man with disheveled white hair was on the stretcher. The blood on his body had stopped, but he seemed to still be in a coma.

The ancestor of the Inspection Institute, the emperor of this darkness, Chen Pingping, had returned to the Inspection Institute he had created once again, returned to this big courtyard that he loved the most. However, all of this was not accompanied by the familiar squeaking sound of the wheelchair. He was just lying alone on the stretcher.

In the courtyard of early autumn, the fish in the white sand pool were still swimming, but Chen Pingping couldn't open his eyes and take a look in that direction.

Yan Bingyun stood straight like a javelin, looking at the approaching stretcher, the hands behind his back trembled slightly, and then returned to normal immediately. He knew that this was the key moment. He knew why His Majesty wanted to send Chen Pingping back to the Inspection Institute for custody, because he wanted to use the dying old master, the old master who would be slow-sliced, to stimulate the hearts of everyone in the Inspection Institute.

His Majesty wanted to know whether this Inspection Institute belonged to Chen Pingping or to himself. If he confirmed that the institute was no longer his, the ruthless and cold-blooded Emperor would probably not mind sending countless troops into this dark institute, the countless branch offices in the world, to thoroughly clean and sweep this institute, leaving no trace in the world.

He watched coldly the reaction of all the officials of the Inspection Institute in the courtyard, watched the collision between the incomparably powerful and deeply rooted imperial power and Chen Pingping's lofty prestige in the Inspection Institute.

The stretcher moved slowly. Under the rescue of the imperial physicians, Chen Pingping, who had lost too much blood, finally survived. The Emperor wouldn't let him die so easily and happily, so he couldn't die. As the stretcher moved, the eyes of the officials of the Inspection Institute in the courtyard also moved. Their eyes were extremely complex, sad, excited, desperate, angry...

On the stretcher was the old man whom they all loved, but he could only lie dimly on the stretcher, preparing to face a very miserable fate tomorrow.

Finally, someone couldn't help but cry out sadly and knelt on the ground, facing the stretcher.

"Master!"

"Old Master!"

All the officials of the Inspection Institute knelt down. Although the imperial decree clearly stated that Old Master Chen was an unpardonable criminal who assassinated the monarch, they still couldn't help but kneel down.

Finally, someone couldn't help it. With a sharp shout, several figures flew up from the crowd of Inspection Institute officials and rushed towards the stretcher!

Several cold lights flashed in the air, and several muffled sounds rang out one after another. The air seemed to be distorted by this vibration, and the autumn wind rose sharply, whistling everywhere.

When the dust settled, four Inspection Institute officials were knocked to the ground.

The military experts who had acted at the same time, plus the inner court experts around Chen Pingping, returned empty-handed.

Yan Bingyun watched this scene coldly, his eyes twitched slightly, and said: "Take them down. If there is any more rebellious behavior, deal with them according to the institute's regulations."

Countless resentful and angry eyes were cast on Yan Bingyun at the same time. If eyes could kill, Yan Bingyun's body would have been riddled with holes, but at this time he just had a slightly pale face, and the patterns on his sleeves didn't even tremble. He looked at the subordinates in the courtyard and said coldly: "Remember your mission, you are subjects of the Qing Kingdom. Don't you want to rebel?"

At this moment, He Zongwei, who was standing beside him, suddenly said softly: "It's best to kill them on the spot to shock people's hearts."

"When is it your turn to talk too much about what I do?" Yan Bingyun threw out a cold sentence.

However, his words could silence He Zongwei, but couldn't silence these officials in the Inspection Institute. They slowly stood up, looking at Yan Bingyun with a cold gaze, as if looking at a dead man. Maybe in the next moment, they would collectively attack and rush towards that stretcher.

The situation in the Inspection Institute had reached an extremely critical juncture. Yan Bingyun narrowed his eyes and looked around, clearly knowing that he still couldn't suppress these officials' love for Chen Pingping with his own strength.

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A withered old finger suddenly stretched out.

Everyone was quiet, and the eyes of all the Inspection Institute officials were cast on that withered old finger, the finger that stretched out next to the stretcher. The finger changed slightly, making a gesture that all the Inspection Institute officials remembered in their hearts.

"Wait!" An official of the Second Division suddenly felt great sorrow, his eyes moistened, and shouted angrily, and then knelt down heavily on his knees.

"Wait!"

"Wait!"

That withered old finger seemed to have some kind of magic power. With just a slight stretch and shake, countless wait words rang out in the courtyard. Wait was silence, wait was waiting, wait was forbearance, and wait was an unavoidable abandonment.

Wait was to stay where you are.

All the officials of the Inspection Institute stayed where they were. When the wait word was uttered, two lines of tears flowed down. There was no heavy gold under their knees, but it was as heavy as a mountain, smashing on the ground, watching the stretcher slowly pass in front of everyone.

All the inner court experts, eunuchs, and military elites were moved by this scene. He Zongwei's face turned pale, and Yan Bingyun's body swayed slightly.

The flame of the Inspection Institute officials, which could not be suppressed by any means, was temporarily extinguished without any objection under that one withered old finger. What kind of prestige was this... no, it should be said, what kind of faith!

Yan Bingyun had a face like frost, knowing that the confrontation between the imperial power and the old master, although it ended with the forced submission of the Inspection Institute, was actually still a victory for Master Chen.

The stretcher slowly passed in front of everyone, heading towards the Inspection Institute prison.

He Zongwei looked at this scene with a pale face, and suddenly saw the four captured Inspection Institute officials. Not knowing whether it was to relax his mind or to convince himself that the Inspection Institute was not so terrifying, he subconsciously said softly: "The Inspection Institute... is indeed united in its orders, but the strength of these people is weaker than I imagined."

Yan Bingyun turned his head and looked at him coldly, paused slightly, and said: "If I wasn't so shameless, if the old master could still move a finger... I really can't imagine whether the two of us could have walked out of this courtyard alive today."

After saying this, he ignored He Zongwei, who was thinking with his head lowered, and followed the stretcher and the guards sent by the palace, desolately walking towards the Inspection Institute prison.

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(I didn't expect to write 9,000 words today. Should I ask for monthly tickets again? Please don't be annoyed, I'm really sorry. I suddenly remembered that I haven't asked for recommendation tickets for more than a year, and suddenly became interested. If you have time, please help me cast a few, shall we try something new? Because I have been really tired recently, I have to find something easy to dilute it.)