"Xie Qun! You have neither an Imperial Edict nor a verbal decree from the Emperor, what right do you have to arrest an official from the Imperial Court!" Chief of Staff Cao gritted his teeth as he spoke, his salt-and-pepper beard trembling with his body like withering leaves in the autumn wind, pitiful yet declining.
Xie Qun tapped his ear, speaking carelessly, "This official of the Imperial Court needs an Imperial Edict or a verbal decree, but how I remember it—you have already retired and returned to your hometown. Right now, you're just a common citizen. The process I'm using to arrest you follows that for commoners, and I, the official, personally oversaw it. There's nothing wrong with this procedure."
"What are you waiting for?" the clerk suddenly shouted, "Invite our Chief of Staff Cao to Dali Temple for some tea!"
No sooner had the voice faded than the officers from the Dali Temple advanced two steps.
There, Chief of Staff Cao, stooping, gave a cold laugh twice.