"Sir, we didn't fight the bandits, so we haven't earned any merits. There's no need to commend us."
Below the Commanding Platform, Li Cong forced a smile, beads of sweat glistening on his temples in the morning glow.
Beside him, Zhang Yue's expression was as dark as deep water. His right hand had already stealthily moved to the hilt of his saber, his knuckles white from the pressure.
Both were seasoned officials and could already smell the danger in the air, yet they still clung to a sliver of unrealistic hope.
"No. These deeds must be recounted."
Chen Sheng's voice was calm, yet it carried an undeniable authority. "However, the deeds we are recounting today are the 'great accomplishments' you have all amassed over the years—colluding with powerful clans, tormenting the people, and conspiring with bandits for personal gain!"
His words struck like a clap of thunder, and an uproar instantly erupted across the training grounds.
