Voting Day.
Goldstone City's Nine Gates.
The expressionless Six Jia Divine Soldiers gathered together, maintaining order in the lines while also serving as vote counters.
"His Majesty... the Emperor..."
Yang Fei stood amid the crowd, fingering a silver bean in his robes, his heart a tangled mess beyond words.
The silver bean was exquisitely crafted, its surface patterned like snowflakes. It was clearly fine snowflake silver and weighed around one tael.
Even in an ordinary household in the capital, it would count as no small income.
From this alone, it was clear that the imperial court had spent at least a million taels of silver on this referendum!
The line stretched like a long dragon, inching forward.
Yang Fei saw several old men by the roadside beating their chests in grief, some shouting loudly, "A demon Daoist brings chaos to the realm—why do none of you rise up and resist?"
"The Founding Ancestor is trapped behind bars, and we are helpless, helpless..."
The Six Jia Divine Soldiers had also received their orders. If these scraps merely wept and shouted, they were not to be bothered. It was a fine chance to let everyone see the ugly face of the orthodox teachings.
But if they dared take up weapons and resist, then their spirit was to be admired—and they were to be sent down to the Underworld while they were at it!
The line slowly shuffled forward...
It was said that, for the sake of fairness and impartiality, people could even come cast their votes secretly at night, and could cover their faces while doing so.
He drew a deep breath and saw the great vat by the city gate.
Quite a few people stood on tiptoe and craned their necks, trying to see the beans inside.
Yang Fei followed the