I stared at Tián Wénjìng and his cowering demeanor, fury surging in my chest.
This veteran official, whom Mùróng Zhuó had praised as a "pillar of clean governance in the court," was currently hunched over like a quail drenched in a rainstorm. The cuffs of his purplish-red official robes were frayed at the edges, and his collar still bore a suspicious yellow stain—judging by the shape, it was most likely meat broth splashed on during yesterday's meal.
"Lord Tian."
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