The night passed without incident. Early the next morning, after the court session concluded, I had Xiao Anzi arrange a carriage and take me to Mùróng Zhuó's Prime Minister's Mansion.
The early summer morning still carried a hint of chill as the carriage wheels rolled over the bluestone pavement, making a muffled rumble.
I lifted the carriage curtain and gazed at the shops gradually opening along both sides of the street, while my mind dwelt on the scene from the imperial court just moments before: Liú Diāo had led a dozen officials in submitting a joint memorial, earnestly and eloquently petitioning me to replace the "sightless" Mùróng Zhuó.
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