The next morning.
Yang Zhenshan sat in front of the ceremonial gate in the front courtyard of the Marquis Mansion, watching the guards lined up in front of him.
Two hundred trusted aides and one hundred guards - these were all the people he could call upon at the mont.
The number was not large, but their strength was by no ans weak.
Needless to say about the two hundred trusted aides, each of them possessed a cultivation of Postnatal Fourth Layer or above.
The one hundred guards were almost the sa, they too had undergone military training, and their cultivation was also above the Postnatal Fourth Layer.
"Marquis, everyone has arrived!" Luo Jingsong stepped forward and reported.
Ding Qiu and Wu Zhan stood behind Yang Zhenshan.
As for Wu Zheng, he was not responsible for the guard duties; he specialized in gathering intelligence, and had many people under his command, but Yang Zhenshan would not use those n.
Yang Zhenshan nodded, slowly stood up, and smiled, "This afternoon we have a fairly significant operation. Brothers must be careful not to capsize in the gutter!"
Hearing this, the eyes of all the guards suddenly lit up.
Raising troops for a thousand days, to use them in one morning!
Since the crushing of the Wuliang army, it had been three to four years since they last went to battle - truly, raising troops for a thousand days.
Looking at each guard who seed particularly excited, the corner of Yang Zhenshan’s mouth lifted, he waved his hand and said, "Heh, today is just a small scene, yes, a very small scene, just catching a bunch of petty thieves!"
"But this is our first battle since we ca to the Capital City, and you need to display the might of our Marquis Mansion, showing everyone in the Capital City that the soldiers coming from Chongshan Town are the elite of the elite!"
Although they were now guards of the Yang family, in their bones they were still soldiers from Chongshan Town.
Even the forr guards of the Yang family were the sa!
"Show all the skills you have today; I am waiting for you to make proud!" Yang Zhenshan said with a laugh.
If nothing else, shock the world with a single move!
The world knows of Yang Zhenshan’s illustrious military achievents, but how many have truly witnessed his elite army under his command?
Today was just a small scene, without thousands of horses and soldiers, but Yang Zhenshan intended to show the majesty as if he had such force at his disposal!
To let the nobles, civil and military officials, and the commoners of the Imperial City witness what it ans to be the elite of the elite.
"Rest assured, Marquis, we will certainly not tarnish your prestige!" Luo Jingsong said in a loud voice.
Looking at all the excited faces, Yang Zhenshan’s eyes shone brightly as he commanded, "Eat up and prepare to depart!"
It was now approaching noon, and it had taken the guards quite so ti to enter the city from the farm, in order to avoid drawing attention, they had entered the city in batches from different city gates.
At the mont, the exterior of the Marquis Jing’an Mansion appeared relaxed while inside it was tightly secured; from the outside, the gates of the mansion looked the sa as before, with side doors open and quiet in front of the gates, but in fact, there were servants guarding all the exits to prevent any prying eyes from seeing into the mansion.
"Yes!"
Everyone responded at once, then scattered and headed to the courtyard next door to begin their al.
Humans are like iron, and food like steel; forgoing a single al leaves one in panic.
Martial Artists need not just to eat but also consu much more than an ordinary person.
In the past, Yang Zhenshan himself needed to eat five bowls of rice per al, one less would not do, but after stepping into the Innate Realm, his appetite decreased greatly, and he could go two to three days without feeling hunger.
However, he had grown accustod to eating and drinking in large amounts, so he still maintained the habit of eating every al and consuming a lot each ti.
Between the Inner Ceremony Gate and the mansion’s main gate, the eastern courtyard served as the residential area for the guards, where not only dormitories and a dining hall could be found, but also stables, an armory, and more.
Regrettably, Yang Zhenshan was not leading troops currently, so he could not store Iron Armor at ho.
These guards could only wear a set of black clothing for combat, but it didn’t really matter. What they were facing next was not enemy forces on the battlefield but a group similar to Jianghu Martial Artists.
After the guards finished their al, Yang Zhenshan also donned his decorated golden armor and, while Iron Armor could not be kept at ho, his own Iron Armor could still remain at ho.
Clad in decorated golden armor and carrying the Mystical Iron Spear, astride Red Cloud, Yang Zhenshan’s deanor suddenly underwent a transformation.
Fierce as a tiger, majestic as a dragon!
Under his lead, three hundred guards instantly appeared sharp and formidable.
Ti was yet to co, and Yang Zhenshan waited quietly on horseback behind the mansion gate, with three hundred guards ard and arranged neatly behind him, standing bolt upright.
If soone were to suddenly arrive here, they would certainly be taken aback.
While Yang Zhenshan waited, inside the Imperial City, Emperor Yanping sat in the Imperial Study Room, leisurely toying with a delicate ink jade qilin.
"Your humble servant pays his respects to Your Majesty!"
Nansheng entered the study room, first glanced at several eunuchs standing by, then quickly stepped forward to pay homage.
"Hmm!"
Emperor Yanping lowered his gaze, still focusing his attention on the ink jade qilin in his hand.
The modest ink jade qilin, only two inches in size, was exquisitely crafted - lively and lifelike, clearly the work of a master craftsman.
Nansheng stood by the side, his head lowered, but he occasionally glanced at Emperor Yanping.
He felt that sothing was off about Emperor Yanping today; he had not seen the emperor this detached for a long ti.
Before ascending the throne, Emperor Yanping faced everything with a cynical attitude, and even when faced with troubles, he would remain composed.
But after the coronation, Emperor Yanping’s temperant beca unbalanced, his actions a bit hasty, and that cynical attitude vanished.
Yet today, Nansheng suddenly felt as if the carefree Prince Cheng had returned!
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