Chapter Seventeen: The City of Many Treasures

The rear garden of the Prime Minister’s residence was quiet at this moment. Liu Xie and his companion, Fu Hu, had just emerged from the training grounds. Liu Xie glanced up at the sky, noting that it was still early. Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he stopped to ask Fu Hu, “Huzi, do you know if there are any human traffickers in Luoyang?”

Fu Hu looked puzzled, unsure why Liu Xie would ask such a question out of the blue. After a moment’s consideration, he shook his head. “The rebel Dong set fire to Luoyang not long ago, and most of the markets in the city were looted by his bandits. I doubt there are any human traffickers left to be found.”

Hearing this, Liu Xie sighed deeply. Luoyang was riddled with wounds, and the thought of restoring it gave him a headache. The treasury was tight, and the cost of repairing the city would be astronomical. Moreover, many citizens had been relocated to Chang’an. To restore Luoyang to its former glory in a short span was nearly impossible.

It seemed the capital had to be moved back to Chang’an.

Seeing Liu Xie’s regretful expression, Fu Hu suddenly recalled a place and hurriedly said, “Your Majesty, I know of a black market outside Luoyang. They say anything can be bought there. I once heard someone mention buying slaves from the Western Regions there.”

“I am not certain if it still exists, but perhaps Your Majesty could try your luck there?”

Liu Xie’s interest was piqued. A black market? That certainly stirred his curiosity. He nodded slightly. “Very well. Take me there.”

“Just the two of us, and do not reveal my identity. Understood?”

“But Your Majesty, that place is perilous. It is said that bandits specifically target those who buy from the black market,” Fu Hu hesitated. “Besides, it is quite far, and it’s getting late. At night, it becomes even more dangerous.”

“Bandits even under the Son of Heaven’s feet?” Liu Xie was surprised. But recalling the reign of Emperor Ling and his incompetence, he understood. After considering Fu Hu’s words, Liu Xie decided to go. Time was pressing. Once Huangfu Song and the others subdued the White Wave Army, he would have to move back to Chang’an. There was much to prepare in the meantime.

“This…” Fu Hu faltered.

“Better to go early. I have other plans later,” Liu Xie smiled at him. “Besides, I have you. I trust you.”

Hearing this, Fu Hu felt warmth in his heart, knowing the emperor trusted him. After a moment’s thought, he said, “Then I will find a few skilled men to protect Your Majesty.”

“All right, go ahead,” Liu Xie thought that although the army had entered the city, public order had yet to be restored. It would be safer to bring a couple of guards. “But not too many; too many would make us a bigger target.”

“Understood!”

At the western gate of Luoyang, Yongmen.

With Luoyang pacified, all twelve gates of the city were reopened. Though not as prosperous as before, the streets were still bustling with carriages and merchants.

Among the crowd walked a master and her servant. The lady at the front wore a bamboo hat, her face veiled in light silk. A blue robe wrapped around her graceful figure, making her stand out and attracting glances from passersby.

They were Sun Miao and her maid, Xiao Yu.

“Miss, shall we go directly to find Xiao Si and the others now?”

Sun Miao shook her head. “Let Xiao Si find out if there’s any news. Has he located that person’s residence?”

“I managed to find out. That person is currently in the Prime Minister’s residence. But the guard is too tight; there’s no way to get close.”

Upon hearing this, a glint of killing intent flashed in Sun Miao’s beautiful eyes beneath her hat. The person she referred to was, naturally, Emperor Liu Xie.

She cursed her own misjudgment, regretting not having killed him the very first time they met.

“Let’s go to the residence directly. Once they come out, we’ll find a chance to kill him!”

“Yes!”

However, what she did not expect was that Liu Xie, under Fu Hu’s guidance, had already left the residence and was heading straight for the black market outside the city, missing each other perfectly once again.

“Is it here?” Liu Xie looked at Fu Hu, puzzled.

In his memory, a black market was usually a street or a market of some sort, but this seemed to be a remote mansion.

Fu Hu was momentarily taken aback but then pointed to a plaque above the door, which bore the gilded characters “Duobao Market.”

“Your Majesty, you don’t know Duobao Market?”

Liu Xie stared at the gilded characters, racking his mind but finding no recollection. He could only shake his head helplessly.

Fu Hu was surprised. Then he suddenly realized, “I once heard from a black market dealer inside that even the royal family bought things here. Seems like it was just boasting.”

“You believe whatever others say?” Liu Xie looked at him speechlessly. Then he suddenly asked, “So, Duobao Market is famous, huh?”

“Yes. There are Duobao Markets in almost every state and county of the Han Empire,” Fu Hu affirmed. Then, leaning closer, he added, “I also heard that many high officials and noble families conduct business here.”

“Such a large-scale market, and the authorities don’t investigate?”

Liu Xie was surprised by the market’s influence.

Fu Hu lowered his voice to explain, “It is said that the owner behind Duobao Market has a mysterious background, and the government dares not interfere. For black market merchants, Duobao Market is the safest. Sellers only need to pay a percentage commission to sell under its protection.”

Liu Xie frowned slightly but said nothing more. Instead, he calmly said, “Let’s go in and have a look.”

“Your Majesty, wait a moment. Please wear this first.”

Fu Hu handed Liu Xie a black face mask embroidered with golden chrysanthemums.

“What’s this?” Liu Xie took it, his face registering greater confusion.

“This is the buyer’s mask. Duobao Market has a rule that buyers and sellers must wear masks. People here trade in illicit goods, so masks conceal identities to prevent recognition,” Fu Hu patiently explained. “Sellers wear masks with red chrysanthemums, buyers wear golden chrysanthemums. These are issued by Duobao Market.”

“Does everyone in the Han Empire have these?”

Liu Xie’s pupils contracted. If so, Duobao Market’s power was terrifying indeed. An organization capable of distributing supplies to the populace must be second only to the government.

“Not quite. Not everyone can enter Duobao Market. It issues golden chrysanthemum masks only to notable families or influential people in the underworld, while seller masks require an application.”

Seeing Liu Xie’s doubtful expression, Fu Hu scratched his head and smiled awkwardly. “These masks I have were issued to the Fu family by Duobao Market. I once accompanied the Minister of the Interior here, so I kept some.”

Liu Xie breathed a sigh of relief. Though not as terrifying as he imagined, it was clear that Duobao Market was connected to many prominent families in Han. Its influence was formidable, and even his own father-in-law might be involved.

Looking at the golden chrysanthemum mask in his hand, Liu Xie silently vowed to uncover the mastermind behind Duobao Market. If he could not bring that person under his control, he would have to eliminate them.

“You all stay outside!” Fu Hu ordered a few guards.

“Yes!” they answered.

“Let’s go!” Liu Xie donned the mask and, led by Fu Hu, approached the door.

The gate opened automatically, revealing two black-clad men wearing white chrysanthemum masks.

Their figures were lean and agile, clearly martial artists.

Noticing Liu Xie’s puzzled look, Fu Hu whispered, “These are Duobao Market’s guards. All internal members wear white chrysanthemum masks. Those with golden stripes on their masks are leaders. The more golden stripes, the higher the status.”

“The highest rank wears four golden stripes. That is said to be the mastermind behind Duobao Market,” Fu Hu explained quietly.

Liu Xie nodded slightly. It seemed Duobao Market was not only large but had a well-organized internal structure.

By now, they had entered the inner courtyard of Duobao Market. It was spacious, with rooms on either side converted into shops. Each shop had no signboard with characters, only wooden plaques bearing images. Liu Xie saw one carved with a cow’s likeness, likely selling beef.

In the Han dynasty, eating beef was forbidden. To restore agriculture, as oxen were vital farming tools, the government prohibited slaughtering cows privately, and buying or selling beef was a capital offense.

Some other plaques bore symbols Liu Xie did not understand, likely representing other prohibited goods.

The courtyard was large but sparsely populated, probably due to the capital’s relocation. Everyone wore masks; buyers and sellers were easily distinguished by the chrysanthemum color on their masks. White chrysanthemum-masked guards stood in corners and along the sides, overseeing the place.

Amidst such a crowd, the only sound was footsteps, punctuated by buyers and sellers exchanging gestures in front of the stalls.

Liu Xie was curious about the person capable of managing such a vast black market so orderly.

“The goods in the front courtyard are ordinary. Your Majesty, follow me to the back courtyard. Slaves and similar trades usually take place there,” Fu Hu whispered.

Liu Xie nodded and was about to follow when a commotion erupted behind them, accompanied by a sharp voice that pierced the quiet courtyard.

“You scoundrel! You sold me fake goods last time! Give me back my money!”

Liu Xie raised an eyebrow and turned to look. A well-dressed young man in brocade robes was grabbing a seller by the collar, shouting. Both wore masks, so their expressions were unreadable.

“You villain! How dare you accuse me of selling fakes!” the seller retorted angrily.

A crowd quickly gathered. Many present had been here before but dared not cause trouble, fearing Duobao Market’s powerful backers. This was the first time anyone had made a scene, drawing attention.

At that moment, a Duobao Market leader wearing a white chrysanthemum mask with a single golden stripe approached with several guards.

The leader’s cold eyes fixed on the two, his voice void of any emotion: “Do you not know the rules of Duobao Market?”

“I don’t care about your rules! That bastard cheated me! Make him pay!” the young man shouted without understanding the rules.

The seller, previously grabbed, now ceased struggling and spoke obsequiously, “Commander Xue, this truly isn’t my fault! That one came up and accused me of cheating him. I beg you!”

Commander Xue’s gaze turned icy as he looked at the arrogant young man, as if seeing a dead man.

“You don’t know the rules? Then I’ll teach you.”

“Go, teach him the rules.”

His voice remained calm, but his words were laced with cold menace. One of his guards immediately charged forward and delivered a swift, brutal kick to the young man’s right leg. The speed was so fast the youth couldn’t react. With a muffled crack, he collapsed to the ground, clutching his leg and screaming in agony.

“How dare you break my leg? Do you know who I am? I’ll have my father shut this sorry place down!”

The young man snarled viciously.

“You fool, do you want to stop talking forever?” Commander Xue glared down at him with murderous intent.

The young man immediately covered his mouth, terrified of being killed on the spot. His two guards were already cowering on the ground, intimidated by Commander Xue’s aura.

“Throw him out.” The order was given calmly. Several guards dragged the injured youth and his two attendants out like trash.

Commander Xue then turned to the seller, asking coldly, “Fake goods?”

The seller knelt, trembling. “Commander Xue, I’m just a smuggler of raw jade stones. That one mistook good for bad and hit me. It’s not my fault!”

“If you ever dare to trick me again, you’ll lose both legs.” With that, Commander Xue and his guards turned and left.

The onlookers’ hearts trembled. Most recognized the young man who had been crippled.

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