The Jinyiwei (Imperial Guards) at the entrance only spoke after Li Miao had walked far away.
But with Li Miao's hearing, even through two walls, he heard everything clearly.
He was used to it, and continued walking towards his cell without stopping.
It was lunchtime, and as Li Miao walked in, people came out of the cells on both sides in twos and threes, heading out.
These people were all wearing indigo blue official uniforms, and when they suddenly saw Li Miao in his loose, long gown, they were first startled, then, recognizing him, they were amused and came up to greet him.
"Commander." "Commander, eating?"
Li Miao nodded, continuously pulling things out of the bundle he held under his arm, distributing one to each person.
Those who received the items were also used to Li Miao; they didn't stand on ceremony, accepted the items, thanked him with a smile, and then left together to find lunch.
As Li Miao walked further away, he heard voices drifting from afar.
"Becoming a Jinyiwei (Imperial Guards) to the extent of Li Qianhu, that's truly the peak."
"Definitely the peak. No one in our Jin Yi Wei Office, from top to bottom, lives more comfortably than Li Qianhu."
"Who wouldn't say that? We clock in under the stars every day, not daring to loosen our official uniform belts. But him, he walks around with his chest open, eats his meal, only comes in after waking up from his midday nap, and no one can control him."
"Do you think we'll ever get to live a day like that?"
"Who's worthy? Are you worthy or am I?"
"Exactly. Li Qianhu is a twenty-year veteran Jinyiwei (Imperial Guards); he's been a Commander since fifteen years ago! Not only is he deeply experienced, but he's also the Commander's old subordinate, and his abilities are great!"
"Four Seasons Commander, he only works four hours a day, but any task given to him is completed within four hours! Even the Lord Commissioner has to appease him; we can't compare."
Li Miao couldn't hear the rest of the conversation.
He walked slowly inwards like this, greeting people and distributing items, and by the time he reached the door of his cell, he had just finished giving away everything in his hands.
Inside the room, a person was pacing anxiously; it was the young Jinyiwei (Imperial Guards) who had been with him last night, named Wang Hai, a capable confidant under Li Miao.
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Wang Hai's face lit up when he saw Li Miao. He quickly walked over, holding Li Miao's official uniform in his hand, and as he approached, he draped the clothes over him while speaking.
"Commander, you're finally here!"
"Last night, the Commander didn't see you return to report, and he smashed an entire set of scholarly items. That inkstone is still embedded in the tree and can't be pried out! Please quickly put on your clothes and go see him, before you make him even sicker!"
He had returned to the Jin Yi Wei Office last night to report, and the Jinyiwei Commander, seeing that Li Miao was absent again, furiously cursed him out and ordered him to wait in Li Miao's cell. He was told to inform Li Miao to report to him immediately upon arriving at the Jin Yi Wei Office.
He had waited from last night until now, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. When he finally saw Li Miao arrive, his face immediately lit up with joy.
Wang Hai circled around Li Miao, adjusting his collar and pulling his sleeves, skillfully putting the official uniform neatly on Li Miao, without interrupting Li Miao's movement.
Not only was his technique skilled, but it also carried the foundation of over a decade of refined soft martial arts, otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to so quickly and gently put the rigid and cumbersome Jinyiwei Commander's official uniform on a moving person.
It looked like a maid's skill, but it actually carried the martial arts concept of 'picking leaves without shaking the branch, plucking flowers without disturbing the bee.' If used in a death match, it would be a sinister method to secretly injure meridians and damage flesh, a technique that ordinary masters cannot employ.
Li Miao replied, "He forced me into this in the first place. I did his bidding in the middle of the night. It's one thing that I don't ask him for favors, but he still has the nerve to throw a tantrum?"
Wang Hai did not reply.
After all, the Jinyiwei (Imperial Guards) was a feudal era secret service organization, with strict hierarchies from top to bottom, and the Jinyiwei (Imperial Guards) family law was even more severe. Who would dare to bargain in front of the Jinyiwei Commander?
Only their Commander constantly angered the Commander into smashing things without being punished, and in the end, it was their subordinates who had to take the beating.
Now was not the time for idle talk; the most important thing was to quickly get the lazy Li Qianhu to report to the Commander.
Li Miao looked up at the outside and muttered, "It's lunchtime, isn't it?" As he spoke, he was about to sit down.
Wang Hai secretly thought, "This is bad."
As soon as their Commander sat down in that spot, it would be at least an hour-long nap.
If the Commander didn't find him and came looking, he would definitely be made an example of again.
He quickly stepped forward, exerted his strength, and subtly kicked, a small pebble hitting the chair leg, creating a crack. Then he quickly stepped forward, pretending to push the chair for Li Miao.
Crack.
Wang Hai had already exerted a thousand-jin force, pressing the chair to move it forward. The cracked chair leg immediately broke upon rubbing against the ground, causing the entire chair to fall crookedly.
"Oh no! It was fine yesterday!" Wang Hai exclaimed in surprise, then said to Li Miao.
"Commander, I'll go to the storage and get you a new one right away."
"There's no place to sit in the room right now, why don't you go sit at the Commander's place for a while? He also said he had something to tell you."
Li Miao looked at the sincere-faced Wang Hai, then at the broken chair, and shook his head: "Remember to get me a comfortable one."
With that, he took a yellowed paper from under the paperweight on the table and tucked it into his bosom.
Only then did he stride with a measured pace, finally heading towards the Commander's cell.
Wang Hai let out a long breath, but then saw Li Miao poke his head back through the door and say, "Hai'er, go to the treasury and get some silver, and take it to Si'er at my house."
"Understood."
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Seeing Wang Hai agree, Li Miao turned and left.
Walking into the main hall of the Jin Yi Wei Office, that was the office of Jinyiwei Commander Zhu Zai.
This main hall was not large, only a few square zhang. In the courtyard, there was a large tree, thick enough for one person to embrace, with an inkstone embedded in the middle of its trunk, penetrating about a palm's depth. Sap was still oozing from the part where the inkstone had smashed through, clearly indicating it had been recently embedded.
Presumably, this was what Wang Hai had mentioned: last night, when Zhu Zai saw that Li Miao had not returned to report, he threw it out of the room in a fit of rage.
The door was wide open, and the ground at the entrance was paved with smooth bluestone, but it was embedded with some broken porcelain shards and scattered tea leaves.
A Jinyiwei (Imperial Guards) in a Douniu robe was crouching on the ground, prying the broken porcelain shards out of the bluestone.
Li Miao acted as if he hadn't seen anything, stepping inside.
Jinyiwei Commander Zhu Zai was at this moment holding a bowl of rice, slowly picking up a chopstick full of green vegetables, about to put it into his mouth.
Just as it reached his lips, he looked up and saw Li Miao walking in nonchalantly.
"Hmph!"
With a flick of his hand, Zhu Zai flung the chopsticks he was holding.
Whoosh!
The pair of chopsticks cut through the air directly, emitting a sharp hiss, heading straight for Li Miao's face.
Zhu Zai liked to throw things when he got angry; everyone in the Jinyiwei (Imperial Guards) knew, it was an old habit.
This matter alone was actually nothing, but this person's martial arts were particularly high, and when he threw things, he had no sense of moderation, causing many Jinyiwei (Imperial Guards) masters to suffer. This pair of chopsticks flying over, illusory and real, one with explicit force and one with hidden force, one striking first and the other arriving later, both carried advanced hidden weapon techniques, clearly indicating Zhu Zai was truly enraged. It could be said that this pair of chopsticks alone could easily kill a second-rate master.
Of course, it posed no threat to Li Miao.
Li Miao raised his hand, casually flicked it, and the pair of chopsticks deviated from their course, embedding themselves into the bluestone at the entrance with two "clanging" sounds.
The Jinyiwei (Imperial Guards) in the Douniu robe at the entrance was still prying porcelain shards from the bluestone, and when he looked up, there was another pair of chopsticks on the stone slab.
He looked up into the room, sighed, and then turned back to pull out the chopsticks.
Li Miao walked into the room, casually found a chair, sat down, and lazily looked at the glaring Zhu Zai.
"Don't throw the bowl over, there's soup in it. I'm wearing a Feiyu robe right now, dirtying it would be an act of deceiving the emperor."
Li Miao leaned back in the chair, propping his face with his hand, and said.
