Everyone looked up and saw an old man at the door.
His face was covered in dust and his clothes were made of coarse linen. There were many holes in his clothes. In this cold winter, his skin was so cold that it turned white.
This was an old man from the bottom of society.
It could be seen from his hunched back and his evasive gaze.
"Old thing, what did you just say?"
The middle-aged man, who reeked of alcohol, opened his hazy eyes. His throat was itchy. He spat to the side, cleared his throat, and looked at the old man.
"I, I…"
The old farmer instinctively took two steps back.
The person who spoke had a rough life. The key was that he reeked of alcohol, his eyes were red, and there was a hint of hostility.
He didn't hold back.
This made him, a commoner who couldn't afford to offend anyone, go weak in the knees. However, he didn't know what he thought, but he still gritted his teeth and said.
"Official, I heard that there's a great lord here who can make decisions for the people…So I'm here to complain.”
Sue?
These two words made everyone in the Overwatch Council fall into a trance.
Today was the day of the Overwatch Council's verdict. According to the rules, on this day, all levels of Overwatch Council officials had to listen to the grievances of the people.
If someone ignored the citizens 'case or stopped the citizens from coming forward to complain, it would be a serious crime.
But that was already in the past.
When had the current Overwatch Council ever closed a case?
When was the last time he solved a case?
Everyone could no longer remember.
"There's no such thing as a great lord here, and no one is making decisions for the people. You've come to the wrong place.”
The man who reeked of alcohol said coldly.
He grabbed a handful of snow and wiped his face fiercely. His face was steaming, and his appearance became even more ferocious.
"Why isn't anyone making decisions for the people?"
Cai Xianggao stood up and asked.
"Sir, what injustice do you have? The Overwatch Council will definitely seek justice for you!”
He remembered. Yesterday, Wang Ying had asked him to spread the news that someone in the Overwatch Council could plead for the people and attract them.
However, he did not expect that after sending out this message for so long, only a commoner would come.
However, looking at the conduct of the others in the Overwatch Council, Cai Xianggao felt that if he were a commoner, he would not trust the Overwatch Council.
" I used to be a woodcutter in Nanshan Hill. I cut firewood in the summer and burned charcoal in the winter. I brought it to the capital to sell. It wasn't easy for me to accumulate a cart of charcoal, but it was snatched away as soon as I entered the city gate…"
The old man covered his face with his hands, which were severely twisted due to long-term labor, and sobbed.
"My family is counting on selling this cart of charcoal to buy food for the winter.”
"My wife is still sick, and I still need to get medicine.”
"My coal was stolen, I can't live anymore.”
By the end of his sentence, his voice was already muffled, but he had fallen into great sorrow.
This was a very, very simple, very small case.
The people of the Overwatch Council were still paying attention, but after hearing this, they scoffed.
"Why are you still coming to us for such a case? The capital governor's yamen will handle it for you!”
Someone yawned.
"The capital governor's old master refused to accept it.”
The old man was in despair.
"What about the Ministry of Justice?"
"The elders of the Ministry of Justice didn't let me in either.”
“……”
Everyone looked at each other.
This was a little strange.
Cai Xianggao frowned and asked.
"Why?"
The old man wiped his tears and said.
"The person who snatched my charcoal was the manager of the Weiwu Marquis Residence.”
Marquis Weiwu?
Cai Xianggao's expression changed.
He understood everything at once.
Who was Marquis Weiwu?
Hereditary marquis, whose father had made great contributions.
In this generation, he gave birth to a daughter who showed excellent talent in cultivation since childhood. She was accepted by the Jade Pavilion and brought back to the mountain gate to be nurtured.
From then on, the Weiwu Marquis Residence was equivalent to having the immortal sect as their backing, and their status rose with the tide.
In the capital, there was no one who did not curry favor.
Even the current emperor had to be polite to him.
The person who snatched the old woodcutter's charcoal was the steward of the Weiwu Marquis Manor, which meant that he represented the Weiwu Marquis Manor. The officials of the yamen were not fools. Who would offend the Weiwu Marquis for an ant-like old woodcutter?
Therefore, it was impossible for anyone to take this case.
Thus, after hearing the news Cai Xianggao had spread, the old man, who had no way to go, knew that it was unreliable, but he still wanted to come to the Overwatch Council to give it a try.
Other than that, he had nowhere else to go.
"Qingtian elders, can you stand up for me?”
The old man knelt down and kowtowed humbly.
Cai Xianggao wanted to support him.
"Get up first."
However, he didn't dare to guarantee anything.
That was Marquis Weiwu, even His Majesty had to give in to him.
What would the Overwatch Council do to him?
Where would they have the strength to deal with him?
Looking at the trash in the courtyard, Cai Xianggao felt despair.
Were these people capable of doing things?
"I really have no other choice. I beg you, officials, I beg you!”
The old man refused to get up.
He kept kowtowing.
Cai Xianggao had no choice but to freeze on the spot.
"Move aside!"
The drunkard walked over with a knife.
He pushed Cai Xianggao away and said coldly.
"Old thing, scram!"
He did not want to say another word.
"Sir, I…"
The old man was trembling in fear.
"If you don't leave now, I'll kill you!"
Perhaps it was because he was drunk, but the drunkard's entire body emitted a violent aura.
He raised his sword high, and the bright steel blade shone with a piercing light.
"Get lost!"
He shouted coldly.
"I have no choice. I can't live anymore!”
The old man groveled in despair.
How could he leave?
Did he just return home empty-handed?
Wouldn't he be waiting for death if he went back?
"You're courting death!"
The drunkard laughed sinisterly and was about to slash down with his saber.
But at this moment, an angry voice came from afar.
"Bastard, try touching him!”
It was Wang Ying.
He held Little Mute's hand and rushed to the scene.
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