Several days later, Jinyang Prefecture.
A burst of clamor, disturbing one's peaceful dreams.
"Hmm!?"
Having met with the heads of various noble families last night, a hungover Cui Shao frowned deeply, sitting up angrily from his bed: "Someone come!"
"My lord!"
A servant who had been waiting outside promptly entered, bringing a basin of clear water and a towel.
Cui Shao did not take them but instead asked angrily: "What is going on, why is it so noisy?"
"Reporting to you, my lord."
The servant smiled wryly: "It is the city hosting the Divine Judgment Festival."
"Divine Judgment Festival!?"
Cui Shao furrowed his brows and then looked outside: "Isn't it on the first day of August? It's only May now, what are they doing?"
Since he was sent here, he had naturally done his homework, so he was quite familiar with the Divine Judgment Festival.
