By this time, Xiang Ling should have already set out, right?
At the Left Temple offices of the Dali Temple, Sun Shaozong held several case files in his hands, yet unusually found himself lost in thought.
Still, it was no wonder he could not summon any enthusiasm. Until the situation changed, most of the case files submitted to the Dali Temple were merely stale leftovers the Censorate had already chewed over. They required no painstaking investigation at all; one only needed to follow the accompanying evidence and testimony and render judgment by the book.
For those content to muddle along, or those lacking ability, this was naturally the best possible arrangement.
But whenever Sun Shaozong looked at such case files, he felt stifled in his chest.
The dignified Dali Temple, chief guardian of the realm's laws and discipline, actually had to survive on scraps handed down by others. Truly intolerable...
"Sir."
Qin Kejian's cool voice suddenly sounded from beyond the door curtain. "It is time to open court and hear the cases."
"I'm coming."
Sun Shaozong answered listlessly. He gathered the case files spread across the desk, grabbed his official hat, and strode out.
He had handed all the cases transferred by the Censorate last month to Temple Assistant Yang Zhiming for trial, but that was hardly a long-term solution. Besides, someone from his own clan was still watching him closely over at the Censorate.
Left with no choice, he could only force himself to pick out a few cases and try them perfunctorily.
Since no public complaints had been accepted and there was no need to hold a public trial before the common people, they would not be using the main hall of the front office today, but rather the inner courtroom of the Left Temple. The Right Temple