Chapter 143: Reporting to the Military Camp

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The Marquis of Wu’an casually glanced at General Chen, clad in black armor with a fleeting expression, then looked around at the assembled officers and soldiers. Although everyone kept their heads lowered, the tension in the tent was palpable.

General Chen sensed the murderous intent in the air and subtly shifted closer to the Marquis of Wu’an, seeking a semblance of safety. He was gambling—betting that the Marquis would not dare openly propose rebellion.

Originally a minor commander before the emperor ascended the throne, General Chen was loyal and had earned merit protecting the crown prince. He was promoted to a third-rank general and granted the imperial surname Chen. He had long been aligned with the crown prince and was placed within the Marquis’s army as an official insider.

If the Marquis were to kill him, it would mean rebellion was decided. But whether the Marquis harbored ambitions to establish himself independently was unknown. Thus, Chen’s task was to stir trouble within the ranks, essentially courting death. Once dead, the mission would be complete. Hence, he occasionally made his presence known.

The Marquis glanced at him and said, “The state has its laws, the army its rules. Without punishment, how can the army be governed? If justified, we will discuss it later.”

Then, with a harsh tone, he commanded, “Take them away!”

“Yes, sir!” Several soldiers seized General Fu and General Chen, dragging them out.

General Fu wore a calm expression, watching General Chen with a smirk.

Chen realized this was serious. He knew he was the least popular officer in the army, having offended every commanding officer. The pressure on his chest tightened; he took two deep breaths and broke free from the soldiers.

The other officers rejoiced. Rebellion within the army was a capital offense. They drew their blades, ready to tear Chen apart. The scout battalion’s commander even grabbed Chen’s armor, apparently intending to flay him alive.

In a panic, Chen pulled out an imperial token from his chest and shouted, “I possess an imperial-issued token! You cannot kill me!”

The scout battalion’s commander, blade at Chen’s throat, caught sight of the black iron token with the mysterious yellow seal and reluctantly withdrew his weapon, glaring fiercely.

The others immediately halted. Though they had grievances against Chen, their loyalty to the court remained. Even if there was to be a true rebellion, it would depend on the Marquis’s will. But no one dared take the lead. These officers, bound by ideology, would wrestle with themselves before taking such a step.

Chen raised the token with both hands. Inscribed on it were the words “As if the Emperor Himself Were Present.” All the officers looked towards the Marquis, hoping he would finally make a decision.

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The Marquis’s usually steady gaze shifted several times. After a long moment, a murderous aura rose from his back. His eyes hardened as he prepared to speak.

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