"Who is this Censor-in-Chief of the Left?" Yang Zhengshan asked curiously.
"Lu Zhengsu. A great corrupt official!" Luo Chen's face showed a flash of bitter hatred.
"A corrupt official!" Yang Zhengshan was stunned, but then he smiled and asked no more.
A corrupt official!
Wasn't that perfectly normal?
No merchant without deceit, no official without greed—that was the usual state of things.
Drag out a hundred officials, and ninety of them ought to be beheaded. Of the remaining ten, eight ought to have their homes confiscated and be exiled, one was probably someone who had only become an official not long ago, and the last one might be hiding very deeply, might be one of those fishing for fame—of course, he might also truly be an honest official.
In any case, among the officials Yang Zhengshan had dealt with, the only one who could be called an honest official was Xu Jin.
Xu Jin was rigid to the extreme, took everything seriously, and was simply an oddity.
As for the other people, they might not seem greedy on the surface, but in truth, they would still seek private gain at times. Take Zhou Lan, for example. She naturally would not do things like embezzle soldiers' pay, but she still had to protect the interests of Duke Ning Mansion, and as long as she protected the private interests of Duke Ning Mansion, that was seeking private gain.
Yang Zhengshan did not care about corrupt officials. He himself could be considered one too; it was just that he had more of a bottom line and would not oppress the common people or the military households under him.
Withdrawing his gaze, Yang Zhengshan lifted his tea and took a light sip. But just as he was drinking, a wave of killing cries suddenly