"As long as no lives are lost, there's still room for things to turn around."
"Once lives are lost, even if they're in the right, the spit from the court alone could drown them alive!"
Yang Ge didn't have as many thoughts; he stared at the end of the long street for a long while, never seeing the expected streak of scarlet.
In Wei, officials from first to fourth rank wore scarlet robes, fifth to seventh wore blue, and eighth and ninth wore green.
The Magistrate of Yangzhou Prefecture was a fourth-rank official and could wear a scarlet robe.
As for him, a brocade-clad guard household head, he was just a fifth rank.
Without an imperial order, the Magistrate of Yangzhou had enough authority to suppress him, a brocade-clad guard household head.
Although the brocade-clad guard's position was light yet held significant power, most of the time, no officials would rely on their own rank to forcefully confront the brocade-clad guard.
But now, it was clearly one of those rare times...
