Fang Yun sat behind the desk, lost in thought.

Whether it's the chancellor of a kingdom or a sage of humanity, people at their level no longer need evidence to act; they only need an excuse.

Noise came from outside the door.

Fang Yun looked up to see nearly a hundred officials, dressed in the attire of Child Scholars, Accomplished Scholars, Presented Scholars, or Imperial Scholars, approaching the entrance under the midday sun. Their faces were solemn, their chests puffed out, exuding a sense of authority and command.