C92 Where Did This Imposter Come from
"Someone, come!"
"Your subordinate is here!"
"Throw these scum to the entrance of the marketplace, behead them!" Stand! "Attack!"
"Yes sir!"
The officials were trembling as they let out miserable shrieks like pigs being butchered!
"Yang Mansion!" Hurry up and say something for us! "
Yang Dao looked up with his eyes closed. His face was full of grief and anger, but he ignored those people and let them be dragged out of the hall by the soldiers.
Lee Shi sighed in his heart. Didn't he want to get rid of Yang Dao as well?
However, Lee Shi discovered that although Yang Dao's Air Column was shorter, its color was close to transparency.
This could only mean one thing. Although the old man was not loyal to him, he was more of an official than anyone else.
No matter what he did, he would always stand on the interest of Seven Stars City. From this point, wasn't Grand Duke a selfless person as well?
Unfortunately, his selflessness was easily taken advantage of by someone.
For example, it was Wei Dong and the others who had deliberately urged Yang Dao to lead a group of people to carry Lan Zi'ang.
Yang Dao let out a long sigh as if he suddenly aged by dozens of years, and his originally straight back suddenly bent down.
He gently took off the veil on his head and caressed it a few times reluctantly, saying sadly, "Prefecture Lord, Yang Dao is already old and is not fit for the position of Registrar Official. Please ask to return to your hometown."
"Permission granted."
Lan Zi'ang, who was standing opposite him, sighed. After Yang Dao's resignation, a huge mountain above his head had disappeared.
Although Yang Dao has been against him every since he took the post of Guardian, but this still does not prevent Lan Zi'ang's respect for Yang Dao.
The three dynasties had ended his decades of illustrious official career and returned to his hometown to enjoy his old age.
Looking at the departing back of Yang Dao, Lee Shi's heart was as hard as a stone.
The poor had to have something to hate.
If he had not returned this time, his Seven Stars City might have really changed.
Lee Shi scanned the entire hall for the second time. This time, a large number of people kneeled in unison.
"My Lord Prefect, the rumors that we wrongly believed in Wei Dong and the others caused us to do something wrong. Our loyalty to the Lord Prefect can be seen by the sun and moon. The heavens and the earth are indeed impressive!"
"I hope that Lord Prefect can make an opening for us. We will definitely go through thick and thin to help you!"
They were scared to the point that they peed their pants by Lee Shi's devilish methods, afraid that if Lee Shi was unhappy, Zhao Yun would lead people to their house!
Other than the group of young officials behind Lan Zi'ang and Zhao Lang, they secretly rejoiced in their hearts. It seemed that the bet this time was the right one.
Lee Shi's eyes lit up as he issued a new order: "All Seven Stars City officials, regardless of their rank or size, all need to do a one-day trip to reform their Pavilion Town!
At that time, each official would donate a "charity" to the reconstruction of Pavilion Town according to their rank.
And all the officials had to help to lift the tiles and paint the walls!
He wanted to let the officials of the Corpse Restaurant, have a good look at just how much damage the Pavilion Town had suffered over these years due to their inaction!0
The officials looked at each other, but no one dared to object.
After Yang Dao left, there was no longer anyone in Seven Stars City who could stand on equal footing with Lee Shi!
After announcing the conclusion of the meeting, Lee Shi went back to the Inner Mansion by himself and couldn't help showing a tired expression.
Suddenly, he revealed a surprised expression.
He saw a man who looked exactly like Lee Shi standing in front of the Inner Mansion's Main Hall.
He shouted at Lee Shi, "Hey! Where did this imposter come from?! "
Lee Shi felt the familiar fluctuation on the man's body, so he rushed over and hit the man on the head.
"Little bunny, do you want to be roasted by me?!"
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