Liu Xianglian Angrily Leaves Officialdom

On the way back to Dali Temple, Sun Shaozong savored the meal he had just eaten, still wanting more.

The Imperial Chef truly had some skill. Both the cold platters and stews had been first-rate—apparently, most Imperial Chefs excelled at those two dishes.

After all, the food had to be sent a long way, then tested for poison after it was set on the table. The only dishes that could more or less retain their original flavor were rich stews and cold platters that had never been hot to begin with.

The only regret was that the flavors had been somewhat bland.

That also seemed to be a common failing of Imperial Chefs—unless the emperor specifically requested it, heavily oiled, salty, or overly sweet foods rarely made it onto the Imperial Kitchen's menu.

Given the chance, he could bring Xiang Ling here to try it. She liked this sort of light flavor best.

Lost in such idle thoughts, Sun Shaozong soon reached the East Side Entrance of Dali Temple. He had barely stepped down from his carriage when a minor clerk came out of the yamen to greet him and said with a bow, "The Chief Justice wishes to see you, my lord."

Tsk.

Wei Yi really had been pushed to the brink by his creditors. Yesterday, he had still spoken coldly, looking as if he wanted to draw a clear line between them.

Yet today, upon hearing that Sun Shaozong intended to seek funds from the Ministry of Revenue, he had tossed his pride and restraint straight into the clouds.

Though Sun Shaozong no longer held much reverence for the Chief Justice, the man was still the head of Dali Temple. Since he had extended an invitation himself, Sun Shaozong had to at least go through the motions.

Thus,