Blood Conquest Saber Successor

"Would you really stop at nothing, even sacrificing your own lives, just to seek justice?

"Since you harbored grievances and resentment, why did you not appeal to the local magistrate where you lived, instead choosing this moment to come here and cause trouble before me?"

Prince Duan no longer looked at the estate guard. Instead, he turned a cold smile on the three newcomers. At the same time, he cast an imperceptible glance at Xia Hong, who sat beside the table as steady as Mount Tai, and asked.

In Great Xia's Shenzhou, the imperial court's control over local regions and the common people had never been more unified, and its strength was incomparably formidable. If local citizens truly had grievances, they could go to the county yamen where they lived, beat the drum of injustice, and wait for officials such as the county magistrate or prefectural governor to rule for them. Everyone present understood this.

Even if it involved people of the martial world and the local yamen could not handle it, they could report it to the Six Gates, which would naturally send experts to deal with the matter.

Of course, that applied only under ordinary circumstances. If one party involved was powerful and deeply connected, then even the so-called beating of the drum to cry injustice would be difficult to achieve.

The clan heads watching the spectacle and the representatives of martial forces stationed in Heyin County thought the same. They were even certain that today's matter was likely far from simple.

The most unreasonable point was that this youth ought not to be a local, nor did his accent sound like that of Hebei. How had he learned that Prince Duan was hosting a grand feast for the King of Zhenbei and so many powerful figures today?