Leng Xing, Lord Leng, had simply been so furious that he'd lost his wits.
Everyone present drew a sharp breath.
The rule Xu Yi had cited was simply too obscure.
Ever since the Official Law had been introduced, the Northern Sacred Court had strictly enforced its prohibitions, and almost no one dared violate them.
But the regulations were far too complicated and detailed, and most of them concerned trivial matters. In the early days, they could still be enforced.
Yet as the years passed and circumstances changed, discipline in the officialdom slackened, and unwritten rules ran rampant. Gradually, the clauses dealing with those minor details were all but collectively forgotten by the entire bureaucracy.
Who could have guessed that Xu Yi had memorized the entire Official Law, and would pull out some obscure clause from its long-abandoned regulations to make Leng Xing suffer a beating that nearly killed him?
How could Leng Xing not be furious?
Because he knew he'd taken that beating for nothing.
The rule Xu Yi had recited had indeed fallen into disuse, with no one following it anymore.
But it was still explicitly stipulated in the Official Law. Xu Yi's beating wasn't a crime—in fact, the law supported him.
"Stop staring. From Deputy Director Leng's condition, this meeting can't go on. Zhao Xing, Zhou Rui, take Deputy Director Leng downstairs."
What sort of man was Xu Yi? With his keen perception, he'd long since realized Deputy Director Leng was only pretending to be unconscious.
His earlier fit of rage and coughing up blood had been genuine, but the fainting was an act. After all, he'd lost face so badly that he couldn't bear to show himself.
Xu Yi couldn't be bothered to waste time on a minion like him, so he simply indulged him.
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