As Pang Yue's words fell, a clear female voice sounded from outside the door.
"Where did this shrew come from? Throw her out!"
Pang Yue hadn't expected a shrew to jump out and cause trouble at this moment, so without a second thought, he waved his hand at his subordinates.
"Lord Pang, even though you are the judge of the Transportation Bureau, if you don't take back those words now, do you believe that I, Han, will make you bleed within five steps today!"
Before the yamen runners brought by Pang Yue could make a move, Han Mo snatched the Qingping Sword from Xu Fengnian's hands, drew it with a clang, and pointed the tip directly at Pang Yue.
The yamen runners by Pang Yue's side were terrified. Although even the least experienced among them had worked in the Transportation Bureau for seven or eight years and could be considered knowledgeable, they had never seen such a scene before.
They had always heard that the generals and officers of the Western Army were exceptionally brave, and many would draw their swords and kill people at the slightest disagreement.
But wasn't Han Mo a civil official?
Since the founding of the Great Song Dynasty, the number of civil officials who drew their swords at the slightest disagreement and were ready to fight to the death could probably be counted on one hand.
Although they didn't know what Han Mo was planning to do, they had come out with Pang Yue, so they instinctively drew their sabers and stood in front of Pang Yue.
The atmosphere at the scene instantly became extremely tense, with everyone's gaze fixed on Pang Yue.
Now it was Pang Yue's turn to be dumbfounded. What was going on?
It was just a woman.
Although she was quite good-looking, was it worth it for this brat to throw such a tantrum? Looking at him, it was as if he was being bullied by his wife.
Wait!
As Pang Yue thought of this, his expression suddenly became strange.
When he investigated Han Mo's background, he had seen Han Mo's records.
This kid married the daughter of the current pillar of the Zhe family, Zhe Kexun...
Damn it!
Could it be such a coincidence?
"Who is this..."
"This is my wife, Zhe Yourong. It's one thing for Your Lordship to be so aggressive, but you are my superior, and I, Han, am unwilling to quarrel with you. However, you have insulted my wife in such a way. Do you know what you mean? Could it be that Your Lordship believes that the female relatives of the Han family in Xiangzhou can be insulted by anyone? Or does Your Lordship believe that the Zhe family generals, who died with honor, can be slandered by Your Lordship casually? If you cannot give a satisfactory explanation today, I think we should go to Bianliang City and clarify this matter in the Golden Hall!"
These few sentences completely cornered Pang Yue.
Han Mo had unleashed his skill of suppressing others with authority to its fullest extent at this moment.
"I..."
Pang Yue was truly in tears now.
How could he have imagined that a woman who appeared out of nowhere would be Han Mo's wife...
And, as fate would have it, this woman was also the daughter of Zhe Kexun...
With just the word "shrew" he had shouted out, even if this matter reached the emperor, the emperor probably wouldn't be able to help him.
With the war between the Song and Liao countries imminent, regardless of the considerations, the emperor would certainly not favor a mere judge of the Transportation Bureau like him!
"What does Your Lordship intend to do? Please make a quick decision!"
Looking at the killing intent on Han Mo's face, Pang Yue felt a pang of regret.
If he took back his words, all his previous imposing demeanor would be ruined, and he probably wouldn't be able to stand tall in front of Han Mo ever again.
But the problem was, Han Mo's few simple sentences had escalated the situation.
In such a short time, he had brought out the mountains of the Han family and the Zhe family and crushed them onto his head.
The Han family alone made him hesitant, let alone the Zhe family.
Even Zhe Yourong hadn't expected Han Mo to be so tough today.
Before, Han Mo had always acted obsequiously in front of her, but in such a short time, Han Mo's image in her heart seemed to have become taller...
This was a true man!
"It was this official's mistake before. Please, Madam Han, do not take it to heart!"
The strange atmosphere did not last long. After careful consideration, Pang Yue finally decided to yield.
"Since Your Lordship says so, let's let this matter go. However, regarding the matter of severe punishment that Your Lordship mentioned earlier, I think Your Lordship should reconsider!"
Seeing that Pang Yue had given him enough face, Han Mo spoke again.
"What? Are you saying that he is also one of Lord Han's lovers?"
Pang Yue was amused by Han Mo's words. This brat truly had no sense of propriety.
"My husband does not have such bizarre preferences as Your Lordship. Although they are servants of the Zhe family, all of them have saved my father's life on the battlefield. Even though they do not have military registration, they have all made great contributions to the Great Song!"
As Tang Yue's voice fell, Zhe Yourong immediately added.
"If that's the case, according to what young lady says, can those who have saved the lives of the Zhe family army on the battlefield act recklessly? Can those who have killed enemies for the Great Song on the battlefield arbitrarily beat up imperial officials?"
Pang Yue's eyes darted, and he immediately retorted.
"Why does Your Lordship conclude that he is the one who beat up imperial officials? I still say, does Your Lordship have any evidence?"
Han Mo said with a cold smile.
"My disciples all saw it, they are all human witnesses!"
Finding a gap to interject, Wang Daolu spoke directly.
"See, aren't the human witnesses all here?"
"Your Lordship, Daoist Wang just said that all these people are his disciples and grand-disciples. Who can guarantee that they are not showing favoritism?"
After being stripped of his divine mantle, and considering Wang Daolu's actions in Nei Huang County, Han Mo didn't believe that this guy could find any favorable evidence.
Although many people had watched him get beaten that day, they were all poor commoners.
Among these people, how many had not been bullied by Wang Daolu and his group?
Even if one or two of them wanted to speak up for them, they would have to think carefully about whether they would face Han Mo's retaliation after leaving the yamen.
As for Wang Daolu's disciples and grand-disciples, Han Mo's excuse was enough to disqualify all of them.
"You!"
Wang Daolu was so angry that his lungs were about to explode, but at this moment, he realized that he was truly helpless against Han Mo.