Ten thousand steles resonated, their sound shaking the world.
Luo County, Qing Kingdom—a place of simple folkways, convenient transport, and abundant products.
Yan Yukong was handling documents in the rear offices when he suddenly heard a strange voice descend. Instinctively, he rose to his feet and stood solemnly.
"Your salary and emoluments are the people's fat and blood. The common folk are easy to oppress, but Heaven is hard to deceive!"
After hearing that majestic voice, Yan Yukong hurried toward the front courtyard. He soon arrived before the Admonition Stele and saw sixteen great characters branded upon it.
Yan Yukong's expression darkened. With a sweep of his sleeves, he clasped his hands behind his back and slowly headed toward the rear offices.
"Damn Fang Yun! That's the Admonition Stele! So many people have wanted to write upon it and failed, yet you could inscribe words of admonition the very day you became county magistrate. With these sixteen words alone, you could earn a Grade B in the 'official administration' subject—at worst, a low Grade B! I thought the officials of Ning'an County would give you a show of force, but now it seems highly likely that you'll instead turn the tables! Should I compete with you in this official administration subject or not?"
Yan Yukong walked back while mulling it over.
In Huang County of the faraway Qi Kingdom.
Li Fanming cursed, "Are you even going to let anyone live? You don't show the slightest friendship for your companions from the Sacred Ruins! On your very first day as county magistrate, you're acting like a monarch with the law of Heaven in your mouth, issuing a Dragon-Song Edict. What Palace Examination are we even taking? Damn it, if I'd known, I wouldn't have taken the Palace Examination with him. I'd