I was kicked out of the house, and I was reborn and became the emperor

"As ordered!"

Bian Yuqing responded heavily and took a step to leave the Ministry of Justice.

However, at this moment, Zhou Weiyong gritted his teeth, ignored the burning pain on his face, and hurriedly called out to him.

"Wait a minute!"

Although he was furious, Zhou Weiyong could only suppress his anger in front of Fang Yi.

After all, the consequences of offending this powerful person in front of him are definitely not something he can afford.

"May I ask, sir, how did this humble servant ever intend to be disrespectful to you?"

He was so excited that even his beard was trembling slightly, and the pain made him irritable.

"Humph, you brought people to surround me and openly claimed that you were going to teach me a lesson..."

Fang Yi sneered and approached Zhou Weiyong again, looking down at him from above.

"Do you think this counts as assassination?"

He sneered and challenged.

After hearing this, Zhou Weiyong and his men couldn't help but widen their eyes, their hearts filled with unspeakable grievance and anger.

They were just trying to ask Fang Yi to leave, but now it was twisted into an attempt to harm him? His breathing became rapid, and it was obvious that he was still unwilling to give up.

"Go away!"

Without waiting for the other party to explain even a word, Fang Yi shouted at him harshly and raised his hand as if to hit him again.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Weiyong's face suddenly turned pale, his heart beat like a drum, and he quickly stepped back.

"If the Marquis's behavior today spreads in the court..."

"Why don't you report to the emperor right away?"

Fang Yi smiled nonchalantly and motioned Bian Yuqing to come over here.

"It's just right. Let's go together with Bian Yuqing."

He found it very funny that these little people actually wanted to file a complaint with the emperor.

How can a mere minister compare with the majestic general?

Thinking of this, Zhou Weiyong suddenly felt as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a stink bug, and his words were choked with sobs: "My Lord, you have just made great achievements and have a great reputation... How can we fight against you? If this really gets to the top, we will be the ones who suffer in the end."

"Who dares to stop me now?"

Fang Yi glanced around with a gaze as cold as ice.

At this moment, even Zhou Weiyong, with his fists clenched in his sleeves, could only remain silent; if he showed any intention of resistance again, he would probably be hit hard again - he would have to swallow this loss alone.

The attendants nearby were even more silent. Having learned from the lesson just now, no one dared to cause trouble again.

Looking at the fearful expressions of the crowd, Fang Yi sneered: These people are so spineless!

Then he simply told Bian Yuqing to be in charge of guarding outside, "You keep an eye on it, I'll handle the rest."

After saying this, he walked away, heading deeper into the courtyard, and no one dared to stop him.

With his head lowered, his eyes were burning with the fire of hatred. For all this, Zhou Weiyong silently swore: He would tell Minister Qin and Duke Ning what happened today.

Zhang Wenyuan will undoubtedly die this time. As for you, the so-called "Marquis of Champion" who has no real power, how arrogant can you be?

……

Prison Department of Punishment.

At the end of the dim and damp corridor, Fang Yi, dressed in prisoner clothes, walked slowly forward under the guidance of an officer with an unhappy look on his face.

There was an eerie atmosphere all around, and the air was mixed with the smell of mold and decay.

After passing through a series of iron bars, they finally arrived at a dilapidated cell.

In the cell, a disheveled figure sat cross-legged silently, his face full of anger and unwillingness.

That was the former hero, Zhang Wenyuan!

"Master Hou!"

Fang Yi called out softly, with uncontrollable emotion in his voice.

Hearing this, his dull eyes suddenly brightened up. Zhang Wenyuan quickly stood up, and saw that his face was as pale as paper, with several hideous wounds crisscrossing his body, and bloodstains had already solidified on the tattered prisoner uniform.

It is a pity to see this once extremely brave man looking so miserable now.

Looking at the outside world through the gap in the rusty fence, when he confirmed that the person in front of him was really Fang Yi, Zhang Wenyuan couldn't help but kneel heavily on the ground, with endless self-blame and regret in his eyes, "Wenyuan is ashamed of the trust of the Marquis, and I don't have the face to see you again..."

Hearing this, Fang Yi took a deep breath, motioned the guard to leave, and quickly walked to the prison door. He gently placed his hands on the cold iron bars and tried to pull his friend up: "Why do you owe me anything? You share my worries and responsibilities. This is what brothers should do."

Zhang Wenyuan raised his head, his eyes flickering.

"But this time the mission to escort the supplies was such a failure... almost all the food and fodder was destroyed! If I hadn't escaped by chance, I'm afraid I would have been buried in the den of thieves."

"Don't be impatient, tell me what happened at that time."

Fang Yi soothed him, but a barely perceptible alertness revealed between his brows.

In the following time, through Zhang Wenyuan's trembling but still powerful voice, we learned that dangers were lurking everywhere from the moment we left the imperial city.

When passing through many checkpoints, they were attacked by unidentified people; even more surprising was that during one of the battles, they were ambushed by a group of well-trained bandits...

When he said this, he suddenly stopped, his expression became extremely serious, "The most critical point - there seems to be a problem inside. There is actually a traitor inside the escort team! This has put the entire team in a passive situation..."

After hearing this, a complex look flashed across Fang Yi's eyes, and then he fell into deep thought.

Obviously, all this is not as simple as imagined...

During Zhang Wenyuan's escort of grain and fodder, there was a hint of something unusual in the air from beginning to end.

When they set out, they seemed hasty and panicked. This could be explained as the requirement of an urgent mission; however, the subsequent destruction of their food and fodder by bandits was itself an extremely unusual situation.

What's more, there is actually a traitor hidden within the Imperial Guards?

"But I was powerless and failed to catch the traitor!"

At this time, Zhang Wenyuan lowered his head, his eyes full of helplessness and unwillingness.

"Those bandits seemed to have known our every move."

"Especially when we were in battle, our soldiers were like being attacked by a deadly poison and almost lost their combat effectiveness."

"More importantly..." At this point, his face became even gloomier, "Those so-called bandits didn't seem to be trying to loot supplies. On the contrary, their only goal was to destroy all the food."

"A huge fire broke out along the way, and the entire forest was reduced to ashes along with all the precious food reserves..."

After hearing this, Fang Yi's feeling of uneasiness instantly intensified.

Just from these descriptions, he could already imagine the shocking scene at that time.

Who could have imagined that someone would be so cruel as to turn a large lush forest into a scorched earth?

"Sir, before all this happened, did you reach the border of Cangzhou?"

Fang Yi collected his thoughts and asked, trying to steer the conversation towards something more substantive.

"It's just that we happened to step into the Cangzhou area."