By the time the sun was high overhead, Li Nuo finally sauntered over to the county office.
Song Manor wasn't far from Chang'an County Office. The reason he arrived so late was that he'd deliberately had Steward Wu take a roundabout route.
Today, he hadn't taken Chang'an's broad main streets. Instead, he'd chosen the narrow, quiet lanes with few people.
Street patrols and the Imperial Guard never made it to places like those. They were perfect for ambushes and assassinations.
It would take less than half an hour, and a lowly Second Realm assassin could add thirty days to his life in a single go. That was far more worthwhile than working himself to the bone on court cases.
Li Nuo hoped more assassins like that would show up.
That was what he thought.
Every grievance had its source, and every debt its debtor. If they had a grudge against his father, they should go after him for revenge. What kind of skill was it to slaughter innocents?
He was a fool who'd stayed home obediently, spent eighteen years being a fool, and had never picked a fight with anyone or offended anyone. He'd only been smart for a few days, yet he was already rising early and working late, sparing neither time, effort, nor money to toil for the people. Surely that made him a good person, didn't it?
Did good people deserve to have guns pointed at them?
There was no such logic in the world.
A true hero ought to have a proper sense of right and wrong.
Those who refused to go after the people actually responsible for their grudges and only knew how to slaughter innocents weren't good people either.
If any of them dared show their faces, he'd catch them and pass sentence on