It was afternoon, and there was still half an hour before the evening drum sounded.
Outside the Chao'an Gate on the east side of the Imperial City, ten chief constables of the Black Office, who had been temporarily transferred here, had bronze plates hanging from their waists. After negotiating with the imperial guards, they entered the palace gate one after another.
Ye Jingtang had changed into a black brocade robe and had his saber hanging from his waist. He walked among the ten chief constables while the bird stood on his shoulder and looked around curiously.
There were seven men and three women among the ten chief constables. They were all in their thirties or forties, while Ye Jingtang was too young. Walking in the middle, he looked like a disciple.
