Cuju

Having received the summons, Yang Zhiming hurriedly led Sun Shaozong to the main hall in the center.

But after crossing the courtyard gate, he quietly slowed his pace, leaving those inside time to come out and greet them.

"Ha ha ha..."

Just as they reached the steps, a burst of hearty laughter came from within. Before it had faded, two officials in red robes emerged to welcome them.

The man in front was around fifty. His beard and hair were still fairly dark, though wrinkles were layered across his face. The nasolabial folds beside his nose were especially conspicuous—not only deep, but creased and curved.

This man had to be Wei Yi, Minister of the Dali Temple.

The refined middle-aged man half a step behind him was undoubtedly Li Wenshan, Right Vice Minister of the Dali Temple.

Wei Yi hurried down the steps and was the first to cup his hands in greeting. "This old man has long heard of Vice Minister Sun's great name, but regrettably never had the chance to meet you. Now that we serve in the same yamen, one of my long-cherished wishes has finally been fulfilled!"

Sun Shaozong promptly returned the salute and laughed. "Your Excellency jests. You have overseen the empire's criminal cases for more than seven years—how many earth-shaking cases have you handled? As a latecomer of the younger generation, I can only look up to you. How could I deserve such praise?"

Then he cupped his hands toward Li Wenshan. "You must be Vice Minister Li? I have long heard that 'none in the realm knows the laws and statutes better than Li Wenshan.' I entered this profession halfway through my life and have suddenly been entrusted with such an important post. I am truly anxious, and I fear I shall need