Li Qingxian asked again, "There are frequent battles in the Divine Capital at night now, but they're all small-scale. Has the Six Ministries War stopped?"
"Little conquests among the Lower and Middle Ranks still happen occasionally. The Upper Ranks grew tired of fighting. There hasn't been one in years," Zhou Chunfeng said.
Li Qingxian pondered for a while, then asked, "Back then, when the Evil Sects and Devil Sect entered the court, the other factions refused to accept it, so they took action?"
Zhou Chunfeng nodded.
"Did you ever take part?" Li Qingxian suddenly asked with a smile.
Zhou Chunfeng looked out the window, where summer lotuses were in full bloom.
"Your father and I crossed the Ministry of Justice's broken walls shoulder to shoulder and smashed the Prison Administration's signboard. We also kicked down the gates of the Ministry of Revenue's Southern Court and destroyed its divine statues. Your Uncle Song secretly returned to the capital to take part in the Six Ministries War, too. You might never guess it, but Chief Minister Zhao, so steady and composed today, was the vanguard of the Six Ministries War."
"Why does that make my blood surge a little?" Li Qingxian asked.
"I don't want you to face a Divine Capital like that, either. But I do want you to be prepared."
"I think I understand why the Evil Sects and Devil Sect are far more restrained in the Divine Capital than in the Sealed Prefectures. So you all did that much," Li Qingxian said.
"The Sealed Prefectures..." Zhou Chunfeng lowered his head and coughed softly.
Li Qingxian heaved a long sigh.
The Sealed Prefectures were an ache in the hearts of the court's civil officials.
Back when Emperor Taining faced a punitive campaign by the princes, he had sought the support