Luo Yang’s eyes bulged wide.

“Pavilion chief is just a patrol officer?”

Liang Ming pointed at the official robes he was wearing. “You’re already wearing the clothes. Don’t you know what position you hold?”

At this moment, Luo Yang felt countless black lines appear on his forehead.

He’d originally thought that even if the position Wen Che found for him wasn’t some great official post, at least it should have a rank!

But now look—it turned out to be an unranked position.

Not even worthy of being called a minor official!

His back molars ground together with audible sounds, his fists clenched tight, his expression terribly ugly.

Liang Ming noticed his expression was somewhat off and asked, “What’s wrong with you? If you understood everything I just told you, you can go handle your duties now. There are still things to organize in the back—we’re short on manpower.”

To Luo Yang, this felt like a slap across his face.

Fury rising from all sides, he threw down his burden and quit!

“In Zhuxin City, I was at least somebody. Coming to your capital city, I’ve been reduced to an assistant. You really take me for manual labor?” Smoke practically began coming out of his nostrils as he muttered angrily, “Well done, you surnamed Wen! Saying you’d repay me, but finding me this kind of pathetic work. I absolutely must settle this account with you.”

Liang Ming didn’t catch what he said at the end but clearly heard how he disdained the pavilion chief position. A ball of fire rose in his heart too, but since the man was at least recommended by General Wen, he couldn’t openly yell at him. He only said, “Luo Yang, don’t look down on this small position—there’s great room for advancement. As long as you work efficiently and handle matters properly, you’ll definitely get promoted in the future. Besides, everyone wants to come to the Court of Imperial Sacrifices but doesn’t have the opportunity! No matter what, it’s still better than being a minor guard at the city gates.”

What nonsense!

Luo Yang said nothing.

He couldn’t think about all that now. Throwing up his hands, he charged straight out of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices.

Liang Ming couldn’t even call him back!

A colleague from the office happened to come by and saw this scene. Completely baffled, he bumped the speechless Liang Ming and said, “What’s going on? Wasn’t that person just here to report for duty? Why is he charging back out? Did he commit some offense?”

Liang Ming rolled his eyes. “He’s a Buddha too grand for our temple to house.”

“What do you mean?”

“He was introduced by General Wen.”

The person understood at once. “So he’s someone with connections.”

“Exactly.”

“But if General Wen is backing him, why arrange him as a pavilion chief?”

Couldn’t figure it out.

Liang Ming snorted coldly. “Even among one’s trusted associates, there are degrees of closeness!”

With a flick of his sleeve, he left.

Luo Yang strode out of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices. Just looking at the green robe he was wearing annoyed him. The once lifelike seahorse had become a thorn in his eye. Resentfully, he undid the buttons on the robe, wanting nothing more than to tear it to shreds.

The person Wen Che had sent to escort him to the Court of Imperial Sacrifices was still waiting outside. Seeing him emerge in a fury, he quickly stepped forward to ask, “Young Master Luo, what’s wrong?”

Better not to ask—asking was like sticking a needle into a balloon.

It immediately exploded!

Luo Yang was beside himself with rage, shoving the person’s shoulder. “Is that Wen fellow playing with me? Or humiliating me? Pavilion chief? Sounds nice enough—those who don’t know might think I got some great position at the Court of Imperial Sacrifices! But actually, I’m just doing manual labor. I gave up being a dragon’s head to become a chicken’s tail? You really think I’m easy to bully, don’t you?”

The person froze, quickly saying, “Young Master Luo, please don’t be angry first…”

“Don’t be angry? How can I not be angry? At the very least, I saved that Wen fellow’s life! If I hadn’t moved Prince Jing’an’s remains from the cabin onto the deck, your Wen family would be finished by now!”

“This…”

“Never thought this is how you’d treat your lifesaver—making me a pavilion chief to do manual labor for others. If I’d known, I would have just left you alone back then. At least I wouldn’t suffer such humiliation today.”

His eyes became bloodshot with rage. He stripped off the green robe and threw it directly at the person beside him, jumped onto the carriage, and roared, “I absolutely must settle this account with that Wen fellow properly.”

The person outside the carriage held the official robe, his face alternating between pale and flushed.

He knew this matter had definitely blown up!

Half an hour later, the carriage arrived at the Wen residence. However, Wen Che had important matters to handle and wasn’t at the residence at all.

But Wen Yu was!

The two already had a grudge. Without Wen Che present, their “negotiation” was bound to result in conflict.

Luo Yang threw the official robe directly in front of Wen Yu and furiously demanded, “This is how you repay your debt? A tiny pavilion chief position at the Court of Imperial Sacrifices, an unranked position, not even a sesame seed official—what do you call this? Planning to brush me off with this? I, Luo Yang, am at least an iron-blooded man. In Zhuxin City, who doesn’t know me! But now, on the surface you give me a high-sounding title, when actually you’re humiliating me. Put plainly, you officials are the type who look down on people, who have no blood or flesh! You clearly look down on me.”

Pointing at the other’s nose, he launched into a tirade.

Only at this moment did Wen Yu learn of this.

He’d still been wondering what position his elder brother had arranged for Luo Yang. Turned out it was an unranked pavilion chief.

He poured himself a cup of tea and slowly took a sip, saying, “Luo Yang, my brother worked quite hard on your behalf. Though the position is small, the responsibility is great. There must be a reason for arranging this position for you—it will definitely benefit you in the future.”

“Reason? Benefits?” Luo Yang lifted his foot and planted it on a stool, looking completely like a street hoodlum. “You surnamed Wen, don’t forget that I’m your lifesaver, the lifesaver of your entire Wen family! Without me, could you sit here safe and sound?”

“Yes, I must admit you are indeed our Wen family’s benefactor.”

“So this is how you treat your benefactor? Making me a pavilion chief, doing manual labor for others?”

Wen Yu’s expression suddenly darkened. His sharp gaze turned toward him. Setting down his cup, he stood up and said, “Luo Yang, one matter is one matter. Back then on the ship, you saved my life—I’ll remember this debt for a lifetime. You saved Prince Jing’an’s remains—my Wen family will also remember for a lifetime! But don’t you forget either—back then you tied me up and tortured me in the desert for half a month. If I hadn’t been lucky, I might have already died then. I let this matter go out of consideration for Miss Ji’s face and didn’t pursue it further with you, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. If you want to settle accounts, let’s settle them properly.”

“You’re trying to settle accounts with me?”

“It’s not settling accounts. I said, one matter is one matter!”

Luo Yang laughed coldly, waving his hand dismissively. “Fine! I’ll smash the pot myself. This position—I’m not taking it!”

An extremely carefree appearance!

Wen Yu was unconcerned. “Fine, don’t take it then. I thought you, Luo Yang, were truly a man. Turns out you’re just a coward who pulls his head into his shell.”

What?

A coward?

Luo Yang’s eyes bulged. Instantly enraged, he shouted, “Who are you calling a coward? Say that again!”