The gilt bronze crane incense burner in the Zhengzheng Hall exhaled trails of dragon-saliva incense. As Pi Yanlin walked across the blue stone floor, the soles of his shoes scuffed against the dust trapped in the gaps between the tiles—it was, as expected, softer than the jade floors of the Law Realm.
Holding a fragment of a law stele in one hand, he idly flicked the wooden tag of a Xuan'an Bureau handyman dangling from his belt with the other. His peripheral vision swept over the figure kneeling below the steps: the scarlet official robe of the Court of Judicial Review minister was crumpled, and the half-seal beneath his black cloak shimmered with a cold light.
"Commoner Pi Yanlin pays respects to Your Majesty." He offered a lazy bow, failing to even bend his waist properly.
Chapter 189