Song Yanxue looked at Li Qingxian, and all the intelligence she had received about him over the past few days surfaced in her mind.
That included his relationship with Zhou Xuanshan and what had happened at the Fate Arts Teahouse.
Song Yanxue nodded slightly. It seemed that, over these years, through studying Fate Arts and momentum configurations, hailed as the pinnacle of all arts, the once-green Li Qingxian had finally grown tremendously.
Song Yanxue took out a magical artifact and quickly recorded what Li Qingxian had said.
Many officials present finally seemed to wake from a dream and hurried to take notes.
Among them were the Guard Commissioner, the Coward King, and Left Commander Zhang Fugui.
Many people were puzzled. No matter how they looked at those words, they seemed full of hollow, grandiose platitudes, yet there appeared to be something different hidden within them.
Leng Can and Jian Yuancang exchanged a glance.
This Li Qingxian keeps bringing up Zhao Yishan. Is he conveying Zhao Yishan's position on his behalf?
If so, will saying too much put me in Zhao Yishan's sights?
Li Qingxian concluded, "Of course, I only said all this because the Guard Commissioner asked us to speak freely. Otherwise, as His Majesty's sword, wherever His Majesty points, this humble official will strike, without a single word of objection."
The Coward King smiled. "As citizens, we should speak freely, but as subjects, we should obey orders. Well said. Incidentally, I have already consulted with the Ministry of Personnel and the Cabinet. Deputy Commander Li will serve as the Night Guard's Inspector, overseeing all officials below the third rank. In emergencies, he will have the authority to make final decisions regarding officials of the sixth rank and below."
Everyone looked at Li Qingxian. Although they had all been prepared