"..." Xia Jing always felt something was off about that statement, but he couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.
Zhao Xing spoke the great truth, but the reality of officialdom wasn't so straightforward.
"Forget it, you've already cast your vote," Xia Jing said, "I reckon no one will pay it any mind."
Who would dare? Prince Liang was about to take the stage, only a fool would pay attention to Zhao Xing's memorandum now.
"Well done!" Long Xiao chuckled, "Zhao Xing, how did you write it? I now hold the title of County Councilor too, just don't know how to write it. Teach me, I'll add my bit too."
"You want in on this too?" Xia Jing was taken aback, "Are we still going to fight this battle or not?"
"If Prince Liang comes to power, why bother fighting?" Long Xiao snorted, "I'm afraid his Black Dragon Army will stab us in the back."
Xia Jing pointed first to himself then to Zhao Xing: "My father Xiahou, my honored teacher Liu Tianning, who would dare to stab us in the back?"
