Fang Chuning casually twirled his sword in a graceful arc and sheathed it, the silver-white blade with its golden accents swallowed by the scabbard that concealed its deadly aura. "Commander Lin, such bold words—has this matter now fallen under the jurisdiction of the Forbidden Army?"
"Matters within the Imperial City are all managed by the Forbidden Army." Lin Cheng smiled faintly. "We merely ask the Second Young Master to visit the Forbidden Army's prison. We wouldn't dare make things difficult for him. Junior General Fang, please don't make things difficult for me either."
Fang Chuning asked with elegance, "And what if I insist on making things difficult?"
Lin Cheng faltered, and that single sentence drew him back into memories of those years at the Imperial College, where he had been ostracized.
