DLERB -Chapter 6 Chancellor, Draft the Decree — My Rules Are the Only Rules!

“Arrest them.”

Ying Ziye’s childish voice fell softly.

Outside the hall, among the three thousand Jinyiwei, the commander at the front — a man with a ferocious over-the-shoulder dragon embroidered on his robe — dropped to one knee and answered with a voice like thunder.

“By your command!”

Boom!

Three thousand black-clad figures moved at once.

Like a silent tide, they surged into Qilin Hall — soundless, yet utterly unstoppable.

There were no battle cries, no shouting.

Only the faint clashing of armor and the cold arcs of embroidered spring blades slicing through the air.

“Ah! Don’t arrest me! I’m innocent!”

“Mercy, Young Master! Chancellor, save me!”

“Let go! You traitorous rebels actually dare lay hands on court officials?!”

The grand hall instantly descended into chaos.

The officials who had looked so dignified moments ago were now wailing and scrambling in utter disgrace.

But the Jinyiwei never paused.

Expressionless, empty-eyed, they treated these high-ranking third- and fourth-grade officials no differently from stones by the roadside.

Working in pairs, one locked the throat while the other twisted the arms behind the back. Their movements were swift, efficient, and ruthless as they dragged people away.

“Stop!”

A grief-stricken roar rang out.

Tears streaming down his face, Chunyu Yue spread his arms and blocked a squad of Jinyiwei.

“Lawless! Absolutely lawless!”

Pointing at Qinglong, the Jinyiwei commander, his beard trembled violently with rage.

“This is Qilin Hall! Acting like this makes you no different from rebels!”

Qinglong never even slowed down.

He did not spare Chunyu Yue a single glance. He simply led his men around the old scholar.

As though stepping around an inconvenient rock.

Chunyu Yue’s outstretched arm froze in midair. The flushed red on his face instantly turned deathly pale.

Ignored.

This was a humiliation more complete than any insult.

His “rites,” his “rules,” meant less than nothing before these killing machines that obeyed only commands.

With a thud, Chunyu Yue’s legs gave out and he collapsed onto the floor, muttering blankly to himself.

“It’s over… it’s all over…”

At that moment, an even more shrill scream tore through the hall.

“How dare you! I am the Grand Coachman, a relative of the Ying royal clan! You dare touch me?!”

One of the named officials struggled violently as two Jinyiwei seized him.

Relying on his distant royal bloodline, he had long been accustomed to throwing his weight around.

He refused to believe this eight-year-old child would truly dare touch a member of the imperial family.

The Jinyiwei dragging him said nothing.

Another Jinyiwei silently stepped forward.

Crack!

A sickening sound of bone breaking echoed through the hall.

With precise force, the guard struck the official’s arm with a knife-hand chop.

“AAAHHHH—!!!”

The Grand Coachman’s scream was louder than a pig being slaughtered.

His right arm twisted at a horrifying angle, white bone protruding through the sleeve of his official robe.

Rolling on the floor in agony, snot and tears covering his face, he could no longer form a complete sentence.

The hall instantly fell silent.

Everyone had been terrified by the scene.

Even a royal clansman had his arm broken on the spot!

What was left that these people would not dare do?

The remaining officials no longer dared resist.

One by one, like obedient sheep, they allowed themselves to be dragged away by the Jinyiwei.

Li Si stood frozen in place, watching the scene unfold like a living hell.

A chill rose from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

He knew this was not the end.

This was merely the beginning.

Just as the arrests were about to conclude—

“Wait.”

Ying Ziye’s voice rang out once more from the steps above.

The Jinyiwei, who had been dragging people away, instantly froze in place as though struck by a binding spell.

The entire hall sank into silence again.

Every gaze focused on that tiny figure.

Ying Ziye rose from his seat atop the steps and slowly walked down.

He did not look at the officials lying limp on the ground like mud.

His gaze passed through the crowd and landed directly on Chancellor Li Si.

Li Si’s body stiffened.

Walking up to him, Ying Ziye raised his little face and asked innocently:

“Chancellor, we arrested so many people today. There should at least be an official explanation, shouldn’t there?”

Li Si swallowed hard and bowed.

“Your Highness is wise. These men’s crimes are fully proven. They deserve severe punishment…”

“Not enough.”

Ying Ziye shook his head and interrupted him.

“Having evidence alone isn’t enough.”

He lifted a small hand and pointed toward the empty dragon throne.

“Before Father Emperor left on his eastern tour, he appointed me Regent.”

“But he did not give me the authority to casually arrest court officials.”

“If word of today’s events spreads without Father Emperor’s decree, wouldn’t people say I’m a tyrant abusing my power?”

Cold sweat streamed down Li Si’s back.

He understood.

This little ancestor wanted him to endorse everything.

He wanted the head of all officials — the Chancellor himself — to turn today’s “atrocities” into lawful thunderous measures!

Li Si’s heart pounded violently.

He knew that once he nodded, there would be no turning back.

From that moment on, he would be completely tied to the Ninth Young Master.

Ying Ziye looked at the silent Li Si, confusion appearing on his childish face.

“Chancellor, what are you thinking about?”

“Or do you also believe I was wrong today?”

His voice was soft, yet it struck Li Si’s chest like a giant hammer.

Wrong?

Did he dare utter the word “wrong”?

Outside the hall, the embroidered spring blades of the three thousand Jinyiwei were still gleaming coldly!

Seeing Li Si remain silent, Ying Ziye pursed his lips unhappily.

“Sigh, forget it then.”

“If the Chancellor finds this difficult, let’s just leave it at that.”

“Qinglong.”

The Jinyiwei commander immediately stepped forward and dropped to one knee.

“At your command!”

Ying Ziye sighed again, his little face filled with helplessness.

“Release them all.”

“Since even the Chancellor thinks I was wrong, then I must truly be wrong.”

“I’m still just a child and don’t understand these matters. From now on, the court should be left for the Chancellor to manage instead.”

Boom!

Those words terrified Li Si even more than the earlier arrests.

Release them?

Leave the court to the Chancellor?

This was pushing him directly onto a burning fire!

Today’s events had already happened. If those people were released, the first person they would retaliate against would be him — the Chancellor who had taken the lead in “surrendering.”

Meanwhile, this little ancestor could simply pat his backside, say “I’m just a child,” and wash his hands of all responsibility!

What a vicious method!

“Your Highness!”

Li Si no longer dared hesitate. With a thud, he dropped to his knees.

“This old minister was foolish! My crime deserves death ten thousand times over!”

He slammed his forehead heavily against the golden tiles, producing a dull bang.

“Your Highness acts on Heaven’s behalf to punish traitors and purge enemies of the state. This is a great merit — how could it possibly be wrong?!”

Tilting his little head, Ying Ziye looked at the kneeling Li Si.

“Oh? So I wasn’t wrong?”

“Your Highness was absolutely correct! Completely correct!” Li Si declared firmly.

Satisfied, Ying Ziye nodded.

“Since what I did was right…”

He deliberately dragged out the sentence, an innocent and brilliant smile spreading across his face.

“Then Chancellor, why are you still standing there?”

“Draft the decree.”

Just three short words.

Yet they carried the weight of a thousand tons.

Li Si slowly raised his head and looked at the child standing upon the steps, smiling like a little devil.

His expression was indescribably complicated.

Because he knew—

From the moment he picked up the brush, the heavens of the Great Qin would truly change forever.