Chapter Ten: The Music Bureau

At first, when Xiao Zhi announced he would take a ten percent share, Mu Weihǔ was supportive—actually, even excited. But now, at this moment, Mu Weihǔ hesitated.

“Sir, this is too much, the silver—”

It wasn’t that he lacked courage; the amount was simply too dangerous to handle. One must know that privately dividing confiscated loot was a capital offense!

Yet Xiao Zhi openly and brazenly distributed the money. The Imperial City Guard had over a hundred members, meaning over a hundred mouths to feed—over a hundred families. If even one person leaked the news, disaster would surely follow.

Xiao Zhi smiled and patted Mu Weihǔ on the shoulder. “No matter. I’ll take the blame if anything happens. Besides, I never intended to do this secretly. I’ll inform His Majesty plainly.”

“Really?” Mu Weihǔ rubbed his hands excitedly.

Xiao Zhi didn’t let Mu Weihǔ touch the silver; instead, he divided out copper coins.

One copper coin weighed three to four grams. A string of a thousand coins was called a guàn. Five hundred guàn thus weighed over three thousand jin—more than one and a half tons of copper coins, piled up like a small mountain before them.

Naturally, the highest-ranking official, the fourth-rank Mu Weihǔ, received the largest share: a full thousand guàn. Even the lowest-ranking captains received three hundred guàn.

Mu Weihǔ was utterly convinced, utterly loyal to Xiao Zhi.

In just one day, Xiao Zhi had transformed the Imperial City Guard, changed the way they lived.

Xiao Zhi lazily stood before everyone, looking at the half-ton of copper coins in front of each person, barely able to suppress a laugh.

Each face flushed with excitement, their eyes fixed on Xiao Zhi.

“I told you before,” Xiao Zhi said loudly, “if today’s work is done well, we’ll go drink and enjoy the pleasures of the courtesans. And by coincidence, Minister of War Song is treating us.”

“Bring the horses, we march to the Entertainment Bureau!”

Everyone hurried to put their money away. The Imperial City Guard had a temporary resting place inside, now piled high with copper coins; some people had their piles so close together it was hard to tell whose was whose.

For a moment, the Imperial City Guard was lively again.

When everything was settled, except for those assigned to guard prisoners on duty, everyone from the Imperial City Guard, from Mu Weihǔ down to the captains, lined up neatly and headed toward the Entertainment Bureau.

The ranks were orderly, the formations precise.

Even Xiao Zhi was amazed. He cast a few more glances at Mu Weihǔ. This fourth-rank defensive general really had the ability to command troops.

Previously, the Imperial City Guard was a disorganized mess, unable even to pay salaries or conduct roll calls properly. But now, they obeyed orders strictly.

This was no small feat; anyone capable of this would be a fierce general on the battlefield. It was a pity that the dark officialdom of Great Chu offered no opportunities for such men.

“Have you studied military strategy?” Xiao Zhi asked casually.

“Yes,” Mu Weihǔ replied, a hint of pride touching his expression.

“Family inheritance?”

Mu Weihǔ only hummed in response, reluctant to elaborate.

The Entertainment Bureau was not far from the Imperial City Guard—just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

In Xiao Zhi’s mind, the Entertainment Bureau was supposed to be a grand building hung with bright red lanterns, exuding an intoxicating atmosphere.

Young women waving handkerchiefs would beckon guests; madams would greet newcomers at the door; pimps would nod and bow, carrying large teapots. Every girl dressed scantily, seemingly eager to reveal everything. Men would grope shamelessly; women would half resist, half hum and sigh. Disputes would break out, tables would be overturned, rooms would shake.

But in reality, it was nothing like that. A more accurate term would be “clubhouse.”

Could one sleep with the women? Naturally, yes. Many were daughters of confiscated noble families. But the atmosphere was not as vulgar or blatant as imagined.

Among the courtesans, the most respected were those who performed poetry, music, and art without selling their bodies. Some famous courtesans belonged to this category.

Xiao Zhi reined in his horse before the modest facade of the Entertainment Bureau, which was disappointingly plain—apart from a few strings of dim red lanterns, it looked no different from any other building.

Today, the Entertainment Bureau was unusually quiet—no music, no courtesans making advances.

It was likely that Minister Song had taken over the place; with his status, clearing out some customers was just a matter of a word. Furthermore, after the day’s events, most officials wouldn’t come out seeking pleasure.

A woman in her early thirties, probably the madam of the Entertainment Bureau, stood to one side, looking somewhat uneasy.

Song Qi sat quietly, only his back visible.

Xiao Zhi naturally knew Song Qi was putting on airs, but since the man’s rank was high, he didn’t mind and took the initiative to greet him.

“Minister, the affairs of the Imperial City Guard were complicated, sorry to keep you waiting.”

Song Qi smiled faintly, exchanged polite words with Xiao Zhi, then followed the madam through two small gates into a courtyard.

This place resembled a private villa, tranquil and cozy. A faint floral scent lingered in the air, a pleasant fragrance of cosmetics.

“Lord Xiao, your…” Song Qi was shocked to see the ranks of the Imperial City Guard lined up from the gate to here.

Someone unaware might think the Entertainment Bureau had been taken over by the City Guard.

In Song Qi’s eyes, Xiao Zhi was a madman—a reckless one at that.

At this moment, he also felt a new sense of caution toward Xiao Zhi.

As Minister of War, he knew all too well how difficult it was to drill troops until orders were obeyed without question.

Especially since Xiao Zhi had only been with the Imperial City Guard for one day—technically, not even a full day yet.

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