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Chapter 90: Public sentiment shifts, suicide ensues.

"I never imagined that we would live to see the prefectural government office open to the magistrate and witness him presiding over a case."

As the crowd expressed their admiration and praise, a great deal of primal spiritual power began to emanate.

In the eyes of Wang Zhongyuan and the others, the gray mist that had been shrouding them outside the government office hall suddenly turned into a mixture of white and bright yellow air currents.

Without realizing it, everyone looked thoughtful.

This seems to be a sign of winning the hearts and minds of the people.

Wang Chao raised an eyebrow as he looked at the colorful mist above them.

After a moment of contemplation, the dynasty suddenly had an idea.

"Shh!"

In an instant, the white and bright yellow air currents, along with their equivalent gray mist, were instantly absorbed into the consciousness space and merged into the Divine Power Heavenly Palace and the Eerie Netherworld respectively.

Furthermore, the dynasty incorporated this mechanism into the consciousness space, including divine power, eerie energy, and spiritual power.

From the outside, it appeared as if the white and bright yellow air currents and the gray fog had canceled each other out.

Upon seeing this, Wang Zhongyuan and the others once again showed expressions of sudden realization, nodding thoughtfully.

It turns out that when the people's hearts change, their grievances will be offset.

Similarly, wouldn't widespread public resentment also impact the nation's destiny?

Before everyone could think further, the person who had filed the complaint outside the hall, along with a group of people who had come with him, had already entered the hall.

Seeing this, everyone could only temporarily suppress their thoughts and begin to focus their attention on the present.

"Snapped!"

Sitting in the main hall of the government office, Wang Chao slammed the gavel and shouted loudly.

"Who is in the hall?"

In that instant, Wang Chao felt completely refreshed.

In his previous life, when watching movies and television, he had fantasized about sitting in a grand hall and judging cases.

He slammed the gavel, startling everyone in the room.

In his previous life, he had no chance, so he could only fantasize while holding a blackboard eraser and a wooden block.

And now, he has finally fulfilled his long-held dream.

"Little King Wu Liu"

"Little Lu Renjia"

"Little Ma Xiao Er"

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"Greetings, Master!"

The crowd below the hall chattered incoherently, and then they all knelt down and kowtowed.

Influenced by them, even many onlookers bowed down, which then led to more people kneeling down in a rush.

"Hey, hey, get up, get up! My militia doesn't kneel. Since you've come to me to complain, you're my subjects, so there's no need for you to kneel."

Looking at the crowd kneeling below, Wang Chao's lips twitched. It was one thing for those who were making accusations to kneel, but why were the other common people kneeling as well?

The lobby, which could have accommodated a few more people, suddenly became packed with people, shoulder to shoulder, crammed together in dense crowds.

Left with no other choice, Wang Chao also looked at them and spoke:
"Since you live in Lintao Prefecture, you are also subjects under my rule. My militia does not observe kneeling rites, so you have no need to kneel."

After much persuasion, everyone slowly stood up, exchanging surprised glances.

How can one not bow when meeting an official?

However, everyone was extremely surprised and puzzled.

However, a strange feeling inevitably arose in their hearts.

Even though this is a rule that has been in place for hundreds or thousands of years, people have long been accustomed to it and have never felt that there is anything wrong with it.

Even though the dynasty required people not to kneel, they did not feel much gratitude; instead, they felt that the dynasty was really strange.

But deep down, I'm always touched.

This can be seen from the primal spiritual power rising from everyone's bodies. The negative emotions towards the Dynasty's People's Salvation Army have been greatly reduced. The bright yellow color is increasing, offsetting the gray smoke, and being absorbed into the Dynasty's consciousness space.

Gradually, at least the main hall was filled with a bright yellow light, which was magnificent and grand, causing Wang Zhongyuan and the others to sit up straight.

At the same time, they felt that the inexplicable pressure they had been experiencing ever since they were granted official positions by the dynasty and merged with the divine status had suddenly lessened considerably.

That bright yellow power enveloped them, subtly resonating with the official positions within them, supporting the pressure that their official ranks brought them.

"Hoo~!"

Unable to contain themselves, many of them secretly exhaled a breath of stale air.

At the same time, they all secretly resolved that in the future, they must work harder to gain more public support and reduce the pressure brought by their official positions.

The dynasty that noticed these things couldn't help but feel a stirring in its heart.

It seems that the pressure of official positions and posts is not entirely without its benefits.

At the very least, they will motivate those who obtain official positions to work more diligently and to do practical things for the people.

Only in this way can they win more popular support.

Hmm, Wang Chao thought that he might be able to make some changes to the settings and positions of officials.

Officials who gain more popular support and accomplish more will receive greater blessings from the nation's fortunes, which will support the pressures brought by their official positions and even enhance their spiritual practice.

However, that's all for the future; right now, we need to deal with the immediate issues.

"What grievances have you suffered, those of you standing here?"

And tell me everything, and I will surely stand up for you.

"Your Honor, I, Wang Wuliu, hereby accuse the Cui family steward, Li Yunzhong, of instigating his servants to beat my cousin and his family of three to death and seize fifteen acres of fertile land."
"Waaah, my poor cousin!"

"I, Lu Renjia, hereby accuse Zhang Yunxiao, the fifth young master of the Zhang family, of murdering my elder sister's husband and his entire family, as well as my own, in order to forcibly seize her."
If the villain hadn't happened to be away from home, he would surely have died a violent death.

"I, a lowly person, am filing a lawsuit against the Cui family."

"I, a lowly person, am suing the Zhang family." "I, a lowly person, am suing the Zhou family."

His heart-wrenching cries of anguish filled the surrounding crowd with sorrow, a surge of sympathy and resentment, and they all looked expectantly at the dynasty.

They wanted to know if the dynasty would truly act in accordance with the people's wishes.

Wang Chao, sitting above, looked down at the weeping crowd below and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. The people Wang Zhongyuan and his group found were too professional, weren't they?
Even he couldn't see the slightest flaw.

Even from a spiritual perspective, apart from a few individuals, most of the remaining people exuded a spiritual power filled with hatred and indignation.

Is he deceiving himself as well?

Wang Chao couldn't help but wonder, was immersive acting now a trend?

Or is this truly what they really think?
Unconsciously, Wang Chao glanced at Wang Zhongyuan and the others, a thoughtful expression on his face.

While the dynasty was hearing the cases of the people, the Cui family and other families in the East District had already received the news.

Cui Wenxiu and the group of patriarchs from various powerful families who had gathered there all wore grim faces and were shouting angrily.

"How dare you falsely accuse me, your master!"

"Hehe, we're all on the same side, no need for such formalities, right? What's done is done."

"Hey, I don't believe those lowly people's complaints. It's not like they were acting under the orders of that Salvation Army dynasty."
It seems that the Salvation Army dynasty is really going to target us.

Someone spoke with a cold laugh.

"Ha, their intention to save the militia dynasty is already out in the open; they're after our family fortune."

"Sigh, this time it's inevitable that I'll have to spend money to avoid further trouble."

"What I fear is that even if we lose money, we won't be able to avoid disaster."

Someone frowned with a gloomy face.

"That shouldn't be the case."

After all, Lintao also needs our governance and management of those lowly peasants.”

"You don't know yet, do you? That dynasty has already appointed many peasants as officials."

"what?
Heh, that's utterly nonsensical. Just wait and see.

"Letting peasants become officials is bound to cause big problems."

"Now is not the time to talk about these things. Let's think about how we can get through this."

"Clap!"

Listening to everyone's comments, Cui Wenxiu clapped her hands to draw everyone's attention before speaking:
"Since that dynasty intends to determine our guilt through trial..."
That means he still respects the rules.

He might not even be planning a complete falling out with us; he might just be using this method to get us to hand over a large sum of money willingly.

"What Master Cui means is..."

"Prepare gold, silver, and provisions, then find some scapegoats."

"Sigh, that's all we can do!"

"That's the money and grain my ancestors have accumulated over generations, and now I have to give a portion of it to those bandits. It truly breaks my heart."

While Cui Wenxiu and others were discussing the matter, Ji Mingyuan and his son were also discussing it at the end of the east street.

"Mingyuan, what do you mean by 'dynasty'?"

"Can't Father see it?"

It's probably just that the father doesn't want to believe it.

The dynasty leader's goal was already clear: the wealth and resources of the powerful and wealthy families.

"Oh dear, what should we do?"

Sigh... I'm afraid he'll want his family's wealth and food, and he might even want the lives of my entire family.

"Father, why are you in such a hurry?"
"You just heard from the servants that those commoners who filed complaints were suing the Cui, Zhang, and Zhou families, but no one has filed a complaint against my Ji family. So what does it have to do with our Ji family?"

"You say that, but we've already accumulated some wealth. Do you think the Salvation Army Dynasty will let us go?"

"Hehe, since the dynasty leader has shown that he respects rules and laws, it means he wants to occupy this place for a long time, so he certainly won't attack us."
Whether it's for show or he really is like that, it doesn't matter.

He needs a law-abiding tycoon like us as an example to show the world that his dynasty did not indiscriminately kill innocent people.

As long as we follow his rules and obey the law, he won't harm us.

At the same time, it also tells the world that no matter how much money you have, if you break the law, he will not hesitate to bring you to justice.
even"

As he finished speaking, Ji Mingyuan looked towards the direction of the government prison.

Nowadays, apart from those who have truly committed capital crimes, all the other prisoners in the prefectural jail have been taken out by the dynasty and sent to labor camps to repair roads.

Now, apart from the death row inmates, only the family of Prefect Ma Wenchang is still in the Prefect's prison.

Looking at his wife, children, and elderly relatives, whose faces were filled with fear, Ma Wenchang couldn't help but feel waves of despair.

Looking at the death row inmates in the other cells and the cold-faced prison guards outside, Ma Wenchang felt even more hopeless.

It seems they were being held as death row inmates.

"Oh~!"

Ma Wenchang looked up at the sky and sighed sadly.

If he had known this would happen, he should have completely ignored the death of Emperor Tianqi and the ascension of Emperor Chongzhen back then, and directly annihilated the People's Salvation Army with swift and decisive measures.

If that were the case, how could he have ended up in such a state?

However, even if he were to die, he would not give the bandit leader, the dynasty, the chance to humiliate him.

Ma Wenchang glanced at the prison guards patrolling outside, then at his wife, children, and elderly parents, before finally fixing his gaze on the hard prison walls.

"To die is to die!"

Ma Wenchang shouted loudly, accelerated, and slammed into the cell wall.

"boom!"

In an instant, blood splattered, and Ma Wenchang groaned a few times before collapsing limply to the ground.

(End of this chapter)