Just then, everyone heard Song Yaoyao's inner voice again:
*[Guagua, what time is it? Why hasn't court ended yet?*
*Why does today's court session feel way too long?]*
Guagua: [Court has been in session for three hours.]
Song Yaoyao: [Huh? It's already been one and a half double-hours? No wonder my legs are practically numb from standing.]
Everyone was still wondering how long three hours was when they heard what Song Yaoyao said next.
So, according to Little Lord Song, one hour equaled half a double-hour, and two hours equaled one double-hour.
So this was the modern way of telling time.
Now they understood!
The discussion of state affairs was nearly finished, and Eunuch Wang's melodious voice rang out:
"If there are matters to report, present them. If not, court is dismissed."
"We have no matters to report."
"Court is dismissed."
Whenever court ended, Song Yaoyao felt that even Eunuch Wang's shrill voice became especially pleasant to hear.
Finally, I made it to quitting time!
After handing her notebook to Lord Jiang, Song Yaoyao ran toward Assistant Minister Song.
Assistant Minister Song's back was soaked through with sweat. He was still standing there in a daze, feeling as though he had just walked along the edge between life and death. He simply could not calm down.
Seeing her father standing motionless, Song Yaoyao asked:
"Dad, what's wrong?
What are you standing here for? Aren't we going home?"
Assistant Minister Song said nothing. He merely glared fiercely at Song Yaoyao.
Song Yaoyao was baffled. She hadn't done anything! Why was her father glaring at her?
Seeing his grim expression, Song Yaoyao leaned closer and asked quietly:
"Dad, did you do something guilty, so now you're scared to go home?"
Before Assistant Minister Song could speak, Song Yaoyao rubbed her chin thoughtfully