"What a racket. It's giving me a headache."
Shen Tang stole a moment to catch her breath.
Sometimes, having too much martial virtue wasn't a good thing. Civil officials were full of schemes, while military officers wanted tangible benefits. Their goals diverged just a little—miss by an inch, and you were a thousand miles off! In the end, a scene that should have been gentlemen arguing with words turned into brawny men settling things with their fists.
"Having Court Session outside the hall instead of inside... was a wise decision." At first, Luo San had been puzzled. The sky was overcast, and rain looked imminent. Why hadn't they moved Court Session indoors?
The rain hadn't started, but the people had already started fighting.
If they fought inside the hall, they'd have torn the roof off.
Luo San stood on the palace roof with his arms crossed, watching the farce below. The head of the civil and military officials—the Sovereign of Kang, Shen Tang—was crouched on the roof too, in an extremely casual squat. The officials were arguing until their faces were red and their necks bulged, and their hats and robes had already been tugged out of shape.
Shen Tang took a deep breath. "Speaking from experience."
Some bored soul had once done the math: All-Out Combat broke out at Kang Country's Court Sessions an average of nineteen times a year. And the large and small Court Sessions weren't even held every day. That was an incredible frequency. After it happened so many times, Shen Tang could practically predict how these people would fight and dodge the "hidden weapons" flying from every direction—including, but not limited to, someone's tablet, official hat, belt, shoes, and socks...
The Court Session that had left the deepest impression on Shen Tang...
The Censorate had