Early the next morning, Li Qingmu energetically went to attend the early court assembly.
At the Imperial Censorate, apart from the Imperial Censor He Jian, several people must attend court every day, much like taking shifts, but it's on a rotation basis.
Coincidentally, today it was Li Qingmu's turn.
Li Qingmu changed into his official robes and stood calmly outside the palace gate, quietly waiting.
At this time, the hour was still early, the sky was somewhat dark, and some officials carried lanterns. The white and yellow paper lanterns illuminated people's faces, making them look somewhat frightening.
Pang Wenzheng was standing not far from Li Qingmu, his eyes cold and filled with intense murderous intent!
This little bastard not only snatched his prey last night but brazenly told him, "I am indeed the culprit, catch me if you can." Although all this was Pang Wenzheng's imagination, it was not far from the truth,
