Imperial City.
Within the Three Judicial Departments.
Cai Kun looked gravely at Zhan Tian, who wore a relaxed expression above him.
Eighty percent of the officials, along with the top families of the Imperial City, were protesting against the actions of the Three Judicial Departments, which had severely affected the stability of Great Yu.
Yet, this man was not worried at all; in fact, he was quite smug.
"Look at you, all worried..."
Zhan Tian picked his ear, then flicked his little finger, sending a bean-sized bit of earwax flying in a perfect arc. "Much better..."
He was very satisfied.
Then he continued to look at Cai Kun, "It's nothing major. I've got your back, what are you afraid of?"
"Elder Zhan..."
Cai Kun was truly weary, it sounded easy when he said it.
He hardly managed any of the affairs of the Three Judicial Departments. Ever since Wu Yue entered the Library Pavilion, everything had been pressed onto him alone.
