Neither the grassland envoys and the Bieji, nor the Emperor and his courtiers, could mask their profound shock.
Yun Que stood tall in the center of the Great Hall, his right hand wreathed in flames, appearing like a god of war bathed in fire.
One strike, and the outcome was settled!
### Chapter 143: The True Masters of the Grasslands
One wager, and three rewards secured.
Thirty thousand taels of silver from the Emperor, a jade hairpin from the grassland Bieji, and the mastery of the Crimson Flame Fist!
Yun Que withdrew his stance, his expression unchanged. He glanced at the corpse outside the hall, then turned back and pleaded guilty:
"Your subject was so immersed in the martial way that I accidentally struck down the grassland warrior. I beg Your Majesty for punishment."
This was the proper stance to take, especially with the grassland envoys watching.
Though Yin Zishou was pleased, he feigned a stern expression and said:
"Young and impetuous, using force without regard for restraint—this deserves a heavy penalty! Deduct one month’s salary. You may withdraw."
Yun Que returned to his seat as a palace maid brought forward the reward: a thirty-thousand-tael bank note.
Even with the month's salary deducted, Yun Que was quite satisfied.
A month's salary was only two hundred taels, but now he had thirty thousand in hand!
Huji’s face turned livid with rage.
He watched helplessly as Yun Que tucked the bank note into his pocket.
The Emperor’s "heavy" punishment amounted to nothing;…
Chapter 91