How many ministers of justice had died directly or indirectly at Li Qingxian's hands?
The previous one had been at Devil-Transforming Mountain. Rumor had it that before he could even make a move, the starlight filling the sky had shone him to death.
By rights, practitioners of Literary Cultivation ought to take charge of the Ministry of Justice.
But the tangled grudges between the Ministry of Justice and the Idle Prince were enough to fill a sprawling novel.
Once those two identities came together and left Heaven Gate Pass, they were practically a miniature sun, dazzling anyone who looked their way.
Seeing that neither of the other two spoke, Wei Jianyuan sighed inwardly. They all knew how difficult this assignment would be. To put it bluntly, men like the three of them would not even get seats at the first table for dinner in Worthy Prince City.
But what else could they do?
Li Qingxian had wiped out the Ministry of Justice, yet the minister's post had gone to the Jie Faction. Now they were even making a special visit to Worthy Prince City. What playwright would dare write such a plot?
From the moment he received the imperial decree, Wei Jianyuan's head had been spinning.
He had prepared for the worst then, before deciding that was the wrong attitude. One ought to face life positively and optimistically.
Then he had started thinking it through in depth, only to discover that his initial guess was actually the best-case scenario.
The deeper he thought, the less he dared to think.
He sought out Jie Linfu, but Jie Linfu offered nothing except comforting words.
He sought out his other friends, and they too could only offer comfort.
When a man was setting out on a journey and everyone offered him consolation, the