The reception hall at Goodwater Garden was called the Righteous Vitality Tower.
The towering building, with its double-eaved hip roof, stood in magnificent grandeur, proclaiming the emperor's favor. Since ancient times, the double-eaved hip roof had been the highest-ranking roof style in Huaxia, used on more than a dozen of the principal halls within Luoyang's Purple Tenuity Palace.
But what caught the eye was the pair of couplets hanging outside the Righteous Vitality Tower's main entrance.
The first line read: The sounds of wind, rain, and reading-all enter the ear.
The second line read: Affairs of family, state, and all beneath heaven-all concern the heart.
The horizontal inscription read: The world belongs to all.
Gazing at that couplet from afar, Yang Ge could only marvel at the extraordinary mental fortitude of these high officials.
They carried on filthy business that could never bear the light of day, yet brazenly erected monuments to their own virtue right outside their doors. Didn't that old dog feel as though this couplet was cursing him every time he faced it?
At that moment, the towering building's doors stood open, with maids and servants continually bowing as they entered and left.
With his keen eyesight, Yang Ge also noticed armed household guards stationed at the pavilions on the building's four corners and the turns in its corridors.
"All right, this is far enough."
Yang Ge withdrew his gaze and released Zhuang Chu. "How you clear yourself afterward is your own problem."
As he spoke, he slowly raised his right hand.
Zhuang Chu hurriedly waved his hands and begged, "Hero, there's really no need to go to all this trouble. I guarantee I won't say anything I shouldn't."
Yang Ge smiled. "Do you think that's possible?"
Zhuang Chu glanced at his utterly unwrinkled palm, hurriedly averted