The Gu Sect Has Emerged Again?

The long official road stretched endlessly.

Several prisoner carts moved forward. Each cart held a shackled prisoner in convict's garb. Whenever passing pedestrians or merchant caravans saw them, they would glance at the carts with disdain. Most merely shot them a contemptuous look, while a few spat straight onto the ground.

By Great Xuan's regulations, prisoners of ordinary status below the rank of Great Scholar were not entitled to ride in prisoner carts. Since these people were being escorted in carts and were not Great Scholars, there was only one possibility—they were disgraced officials.

Disgraced officials who had embezzled funds, twisted the law, and treated human lives like weeds!

Ever since Duke Anguo had taken office as the Chancellor of Law, reorganized Kaifeng Prefecture, and established the Imperial Censorate, quite a few such parasites of the nation had been dug out.

Who knew how much money and grain the disgraced officials in those carts had embezzled, or how many commoners they had harmed?

"Little brother, could you give me a drink of water?" In the foremost prisoner cart, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties or fifties called out through the bars to the Six Doors constable escorting them outside.

With their Righteous Qi sealed, they were no different from ordinary people.

Hearing this, the constable squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, drew near the cart, untied a cowhide flask from his waist, and passed it inside.

The other man took the flask and gulped down two mouthfuls. Then he replaced the stopper and handed it back to the constable. "Thank you, little brother."

The constable shook his head. "There are still two days before we reach the Central Capital. Keep it for yourself."

The disgraced official hesitated, then looked at the constable again. He found