Chapter Eleven: Bullying with Power

Most official offices in this era shared a common trait: they would close and lock their doors at dusk, isolating the inside from the outside—even the imperial palace was no exception. Only courier stations, emergency delivery offices, and transport depots remained open at night.

Bai Yu learned that his father had been taken to the Elephant Taming Office around dusk. Since the office was closed at night, no matter how anxious he was, he had no choice but to wait until the next morning to visit and find out what was happening.

Under the guard system, the typical structure was that one guard office oversaw several thousand-household units. The Elephant Taming Office was an irregular case but held equal rank with a regular thousand-household unit; its highest officer bore the fifth-rank title of Qianhu.

When Bai Yu arrived at the Elephant Taming Office, his father was being interrogated in the Qianhu’s chamber. According to the customs of the time, court hearings were generally not closed to outsiders, ostensibly to demonstrate fairness—provided one could reach the courtroom door.

Thus, Bai Yu stood outside the chamber, carefully observing what was happening inside.

Sitting behind the judgment desk was Qianhu Zhang, dressed in the official’s fifth-rank robe, exuding a certain authority. Bai Yu’s father, however, was in a pitiful state. Unable to kneel due to a leg injury, he was forced to lie face down on the ground, restrained tightly by several sticks. He looked half-dead, as if every breath was a struggle.

Seeing this, Bai Yu could not help but feel a deep pang of sorrow, and much of the resentment in his heart softened. It was impossible to blame his father for holding him back—who would willingly be falsely accused and wronged?

The greatest tragedy for ordinary people was often that their fate was beyond their control.

Qianhu Zhang struck the judgment desk and proclaimed loudly, “The laborer Bai He is charged with embezzling beans, wheat, and dry fodder. Today’s verdict is as follows...”

Hearing this, Bai Yu grew even more anxious. The situation was worse than he had expected! From his previous life’s understanding, trials and verdicts required time and procedure. How could a verdict be reached so quickly? Arrested yesterday and sentenced today—wasn’t this a sign that someone was nervous and wanted to hastily make the matter final?

The more he thought about it, the more certain he became. Bai Yu could not stand idly by while his father was falsely condemned, but there was nothing he could do.

Left with no other option, Bai Yu shouted, “My father has always been honest and diligent. This time, he has surely been wronged! I implore you, Qianhu, to examine the case carefully and judge with discernment!”

What he shouted was less important than breaking Zhang’s momentum in pronouncing the verdict. Once the verdict was written and sealed, it would be too late to argue.

Qianhu Zhang demanded, “Who is making such a commotion outside the door?”

Bai Yu entered the chamber, bowed, and said, “I am Bai He’s eldest son, here today to defend my father’s innocence!”

Bai He, lying on the ground, painfully turned his head and cursed, “You wretched brat, what are you doing here? Get out at once!”

Qianhu Zhang sneered, “I detest people like you who stir up trouble without reason and shout injustice at every turn. But your arrival is timely. We will apply the law of collective responsibility, saving trouble by taking you both in at once. You shall bear the punishments and hard labor your father cannot endure. This will fulfill your filial duty!”

This was the last thing Bai Yu wanted to hear. If they were punished together, his exams would be ruined! Someone must be afraid of his protests and wanted to implicate him as well.

At this moment, Bai Yu was powerless. He had no strength to resist the darkness; all he had left was a worthless life.

Filled with grief and fury, Bai Yu shouted defiantly, “My father is wrongfully accused and unjustly condemned—I will never admit guilt! If justice cannot be found here, I will appeal higher; if not there, I will strike the Drum of Reporting to the Emperor!”

Qianhu Zhang slammed the judgment desk and barked, “Madness! Truly madness! You’re making a nuisance of yourself, unreasonable and stubborn! Arrest this little trickster! Seal his mouth and then beat him!”

Bai Yu, desperate and wild, shouted back, “Come and hit me! I’ll watch with wide eyes how you bully the powerless! Unless you kill us both here today to silence us, I will keep appealing!”

Life in this low-rights era was suffocating and hopeless. With no chance of rising, living was meaningless, and death seemed a release. Forget those transmigration fantasies—I’m done playing this game!

Qianhu Zhang, having lived decades, probably never met such a madman, and could only shout repeatedly, “Hit him! Hit him!”

The guards stepped forward, forcefully restraining Bai Yu and raising their sticks to strike.

At that moment, a voice suddenly called out from outside, “Stop all of you!”

Qianhu Zhang looked up and recognized the visitor as Shi Jingli, an official from the General Office’s Secretariat.

He hastily rose and strode to the door to welcome Shi Jingli inside.

Though Zhang held a higher official rank, his position was far inferior to Shi Jingli’s. One was a minor Qianhu at a peripheral office; the other was the Secretariat’s chief and a close confidant of the top boss. There was no comparison.

Shi Jingli, frowning as he endured the foul odors of the Elephant Taming Office, remarked, “It’s quite lively here.”

Zhang forced a smile. “You honor us with your presence, Lord Shi.”

Shi Jingli pointed at Bai Yu and said coldly, “This is a young friend I recently met. The Commander was just about to seek him out. What crime has he committed?”

“Damn it!” Zhang was shocked. What was going on? Why involve the most powerful figure of the Embroidered Uniform Guard in the trial of a lowly laborer and his son?

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