Chapter 17: Crushing the Rotten, Sweeping the Weeds
If this man joined the constabulary, he’d be a renowned head constable in his own right, Wang Chongshan thought to himself.
Without delay, the group left Zhao Wuzhu’s residence and headed straight toward the Qingyi Temple.
Zhao Wuzhu was currently patrolling the area near the temple. In just one month, the annual Qingyi Temple Festival would take place. By then, nobles, young ladies and gentlemen, wealthy merchants, and prominent families from all over would come to pay respects to Lady Qingyi.
Wei City, with its proximity to the great river and its thriving water transport, was economically prosperous. Every year during this time, it welcomed a flood of visitors from other regions. Some of the younger nobles and heiresses would arrive in advance to enjoy the festivities during the Qingyi Temple Festival.
Zhao Wuzhu had been assigned as chief of security for the temple and its surroundings. During the day, he typically patrolled nearby.
Of course, in reality, he remained stationed at the Qingyi Temple most of the time. The patrols were usually carried out by the yamen officers under his command, accompanied by local militiamen in white uniforms.
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At Qingyi Temple...
As the festival approached, the area around the temple had already begun to bustle with activity. Shops selling calligraphy, paintings, and antiques had started receiving curious out-of-town visitors eager to catch an early glimpse of the famed site.
At that moment, a group of armed officers, led by a middle-aged officer riding a tall steed, approached the temple in formation. Those with sharp eyes quickly recognized him as Wang Chongshan, one of Wei City’s two head constables.
Renowned for his martial prowess, Wang Chongshan was a well-known figure in the city. Even some of the visiting tourists had heard of or seen the famed constable of Wei City.