"My King, forgive me. I don't know what I did wrong?" The official named Xu Jinlong hurriedly dropped to his knees.
Jiang Siming said irritably, "You really have nothing better to do, deliberately making trouble for me. If you have this much time, study your work properly. Was it fun spending so much effort writing this useless article for me?"
Xu Jinlong immediately understood and hurriedly admitted his mistake.
Jiang Siming was not that magnanimous. He opened Xu Jinlong's memorial, tossed it to him, and ordered, "I now command you to sit outside the hall and copy your memorial one hundred times. You are not allowed to leave until you finish."
Xu Jinlong's face fell as he hurriedly accepted the order and went out to copy his memorial as punishment. At the same time, he regretted it inwardly. Why did I write so much? When will I ever finish copying this a hundred times?
Next, Jiang Siming came across another boring memorial. He was so angry that he gritted his teeth and slapped the table again.
"Go. Bring this Kuang Wei to me."
"Go. Bring this Liang Yan to me."
"Go."
After that, officials were continuously brought to the palace. They had done nothing else and simply sat outside the hall where Jiang Siming was reviewing memorials, honestly bowing their heads and copying their own memorials.
The scene was rather comical, and anyone who saw it could not help laughing.
After Jiang Siming finally finished reviewing the memorials, he walked out of the palace and saw dozens of officials outside the hall, sweating profusely as they copied their memorials.
They looked just like elementary school students punished by their teacher to copy essays.
"How many times have you copied?" Jiang Siming asked.
"Reporting to My King, I've copied mine seven