After leaving the Divine Constable Bureau, Ye Weiming felt somewhat heavy-hearted.
Walking down the street slightly absentmindedly, he looked at the still-bustling roads, the teeming crowds, and the smiles on everyone's faces. For no reason at all, Ye Weiming found himself thinking, "The warm breeze intoxicates the travelers, making them mistake Hangzhou for Bianzhou."
But the next moment, he wanted to slap himself twice.
What kind of fucking comparison was that?
Though the current situation was far from optimistic, it had not yet reached the point of national collapse and ruined homes. Setting aside everyone else, even he, the Heavenly Sword Divine Marquis, had only just learned from Venerable Huang about the grim situation of powerful enemies watching from all sides.
Under such circumstances, what was wrong with ordinary people living and working in peace?
Even if war truly broke out later, could they demand that every citizen abandon their livelihoods and all enlist to fight for their homes and country?
If that happened, the machinery of the state would be unable to function normally. That would be the real problem.
On the contrary, Ye Weiming felt that things as they were now were quite good. Farmers farmed, merchants traded, storytellers told stories, and opera singers performed. Society continued to function as normal.
Specialized matters should be left to specialized people. Strategists and think tanks would plan the nation's future; generals and soldiers would safeguard peace along the borders; while he, a second-rank Divine Constable of the Divine Constable Bureau and the court's Heavenly Sword Divine Marquis, would root out internal threats and eradicate tumors like Tianyi City.
Everyone had their own duties. As long as each person did their job properly, the Central Plains could remain peaceful and stable, continuing to prosper.
This was good!
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