“Someone’s been killed!”
Along both sides of Zhengyangmen Street, a crowd of common folk suddenly shouted out, “Someone’s been killed!”
At once, the people instinctively stepped back dozens of paces, and those shadowy figures who had just been moving behind the crowd also melted back in with the masses, vanishing from sight.
Suddenly, someone shouted, “What’s there to panic about? The Yulin Army executed the scoundrel who charged at the imperial guards—nothing to worry about!”
Another voice called out loudly among the crowd, “Right, someone rammed into the imperial guards, the Yulin Army was right to kill without hesitation!”
Lin Yanchu killing Wang Gui—by all rules and regulations—was proper.
No matter how much you argued, Wang Gui did charge at the guards, so killing him on the spot was not only correct, but a meritorious act.
But rules are rules, and human feelings are human feelings.
On the bluestone Long Street, the Yulin Army all stopped their horses and stood firm.
They didn’t bother with the commoners passing by, but stared incredulously at Lin Yanchu.
Then their gazes turned toward Chen Ji.
Qi Zhenzhuo said with dry caution, “Master, is there no other way? Why don’t we accompany you up to the Meridian Gate to explain the whole matter?”
Li Xuan no longer cared about the guards.