State of Shu’s diplomatic encampment.
Mu Ying had gone to fetch Jia Lingyun two hours ago. It was already mid-morning, yet there was still no sign of the prisoner being brought in.
The court officials were listless, yawning incessantly. By this point, they had lost all interest in whether the State of Shu marched against the State of Wei or executed Jia Lingyun. Some ministers, forced to hold their bladders, had lips tinged with purple and legs trembling uncontrollably. Their only hope was for the audience to end quickly; they feared that if they had to stand a moment longer, their fragile lives might well come to an end. They were accustomed to a life of luxury—traveling by sedan chair and resting on soft couches during administrative duties—and were entirely unequipped for such torture.
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