Chapter 650 - 180: Ding’s Escort Agency, Do You Really Have That Qualification? (Part 2)
Ye Liuyun didn’t have the mood to care about Zhang San’s exclamations.
He spoke directly.
"After we return to Great Qian, you’ll work in the Embroidered Uniform Guard. With your Late-stage Innate cultivation, serving as a Lord Hundred Households might be a bit unfair to you!"
The position of Lord Thousand Households—there are only ten in total within the Embroidered Uniform Guard. Basically, it’s one position per person; only when someone steps down can another move up. Even Feng Feiyi is still honestly serving as a Lord Hundred Households to this day.
Of course.
Even as a Lord Hundred Households, it depends whose subordinate you are.
The Lord Hundred Households under Ye Liuyun’s command—even Third Grade court officials have to respectfully step aside when they see them.
"I’m not wronged! Not wronged at all!"
Upon hearing this,
Before Ye Liuyun could say anything further, Zhang San hurriedly spoke up to deny it.
"It’s my honor just to work for you, Master. I’ll do whatever you ask of me!"
This wasn’t just flattery; Zhang San truly didn’t care about such things.
Of course, more importantly, Zhang San honestly had no idea what the position of Lord Hundred Households really meant.
He had always been a martial arts wanderer, and after being defeated by Sword Demon Celestial Frenzy, he only became a servant to survive, never having dabbled in official circles at all.
"In that case, when we return to Great Qian, you can start as a Lord Hundred Households."
Ye Liuyun didn’t mind either.
Hearing Zhang San say so, he just agreed on the spot.
And Zhang San nodded sincerely.
"Thank you, sir!"
To be honest, Zhang San felt a bit incredulous inside.
He never would have imagined that one day he’d rinse himself in the official scene and land himself an office. He just wasn’t sure how much power the Lord Hundred Households position actually held, but judging by the title, it shouldn’t be low!
Zhang San said no more, and just drove the carriage dutifully.
Meanwhile.
Inside the carriage.
Xie Ling’Er didn’t pay much attention to Ye Liuyun’s arrangement for Zhang San.
Instead, she remembered Ding Feichen, who had just left not long ago.
"Sir, what if that Ding Feichen goes around flashing your command token everywhere? Could that cause problems?"
Honestly, such things were quite common in the martial world.
Plenty of people used the name of respected senior martial artists as their backing, running around bragging and scamming.
Not to mention—Ding Feichen really had the token Ye Liuyun gave him in hand.
"Don’t worry. Ding Feichen is a clever man!"
Since he’s clever, he’ll know what things he should and shouldn’t do.
Of course.
The real reason Ye Liuyun was so at ease had to do with other factors.
"Besides, even if he’s not up to the task, so what?"
As he spoke, Ye Liuyun leaned back just a little.
His tone grew even more nonchalant:
"Whether you crush one ant or two, ultimately there’s no real difference. Sometimes, dying isn’t necessarily a quick and pleasant thing!"
Watching Ye Liuyun like this,
Xie Ling’Er felt her heart melting; truly, only by following a man like this does her life become meaningful.
"Sir!"
Clinging to Ye Liuyun’s side, she looked at him with eyes that clearly shimmered with a touch of tears.
,,,
Just as Ye Liuyun was heading back to Great Qian,
Ding Feichen, for his part, had already rushed back to Ding’s Escort Agency.
Although his clothes looked travel-worn and his hair was a bit messy, Ding Feichen’s eyes shone with an unprecedented clarity; compared to before, it was as if he had fundamentally changed.
He might have been Ding’s Escort Agency’s third son before, but due to his status, Ding Feichen never felt secure.
But now things were different.
Ding Feichen was brimming with confidence.
As though something flashed through his mind, Ding Feichen suddenly grinned and strode into the agency.
The Ding family estate wasn’t as extravagant as the Xie family’s, but it was still well known in town and fairly spacious.
The gate servant, upon seeing Ding Feichen return,
was stunned at first, and then quickly lowered his head in respect.
"Third Young Master!"
No matter what Ding Feichen’s place in the agency was, he wasn’t someone a servant like this could casually gossip about.
Maybe there’d be talk behind his back, but face-to-face, nobody would dare shoot their mouth off.
Making his way into the agency,
he passed through the front yard, where several escort guards were practicing martial arts.
"Master Gao! Master Wang!"
Seeing these bodyguards, Ding Feichen called out in greeting.
"Third Young Master!"
Master Gao and Master Wang, the two bodyguards addressed, nodded their heads in return after hearing him.
After the polite exchanges, Ding Feichen beamed as he walked farther into the courtyard.
"???"
Watching Ding Feichen like this, the two escorts felt confused.
"Is it just me, or does the Third Young Master seem different from before?"
"Seems you’re not the only one who feels that way!"
Sometimes, a person’s bearing can’t be neatly described—nothing looks different on the surface, yet you just get a sense that something’s changed. Ding Feichen really was different now.
"Actually, the Third Young Master isn’t so bad; at his age, he’s already an Innate Martial Artist. By comparison, the other sons..."
"Careful what you say!"
Before that could be finished, one of the other escorts cut him off.
Even though escorts outranked regular servants, so long as the chief escort was present, this kind of topic was none of their business; talking privately was one thing.