Piao Duandiao and Jiao Sigun grew distressed. “Lord Eleven was wounded when he saved the crown prince and crown princess! How can that not be enough to grant him access to this medicine?”

The commissioner assistant shook his head, his this-is-official-business expression brooking no argument. “I’m sorry, but rules are rules. This medicine is reserved for the royal family and cannot be used by anyone else.”

There was nothing else that the two guards could say. They were lowly Eastern Palace guards, and could not force the assistant commissioner to do anything. Having served in the palace for a long time, both of them knew that there were ironclad rules within the palace.

Zu An remained silent for a moment, then took out his golden token. “I am investigating a case for His Majesty. If I’m wounded, I cannot carry out this task. Will you accept responsibility if my wounds affect my ability to carry...