The tempests within the Temple Hall have never blown just once within the Ten Thousand People's Palace; the storm spills beyond the palace walls, dispersing in every direction—never mere child's play.
The matter of Commander Pang Ban of the Xuanqing Guard being given a five-day deadline by the Emperor during the court assembly has already stirred up heated discussion. Save for the common city folk, anyone even slightly well-informed has heard the news, and all are keenly waiting to see what spectacle will unfold.
At such a time, no one dares to speak recklessly in the open. Clearly, this is once again a contest of wits between the Civil Servants and the Xuanqing Guard. Who will win is yet unknown; those who rashly choose a side and speak out risk being remembered. In small circles or behind closed doors at home, people may whisper, but that is all.
