Watching the profile of Wang Fuzhi, the Magistrate of Qingfeng, Deng Yue, a centurion of the Brocade Guard, felt a wave of melancholy. Why would a seventh-rank magistrate, suppressed by his superiors and earning a meager annual salary of only forty or fifty taels, risk his life like this?
"My lord," Deng Yue reminded him once more, "you are an Imperial Envoy, and we are the Brocade Guard responsible for your safety. If anything happens to you, none of us will survive!"
"Oh," Wang Fuzhi nodded, "in that case, you shall accompany me to the rebel camp to negotiate and dispel their doubts."
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