Hajin carried the first governance desk across the command hall threshold while two clerks hauled the second between them.
Directly across the threshold, Hajin arranged three desks in a straight line, completely blocking the formal reception barrier.
A pair of newly assigned clerk seats sat right before the open doorway, allowing every passing citizen to speak directly with the provincial administration.
"You placed the governance desks directly across the entrance," Marrick observed with a startled blink, adjusting his ink-stained spectacles.
"Traditionally, imperial lords place three sets of armored guards and four waiting antechambers between themselves and the common rabble."
"A sovereign who hides behind three waiting rooms is usually stealing from his people," Hajin answered calmly, testing the stability of the central desk.
"From this morning onward, any miner, farmer, or weaver who has a complaint can walk straight up to this threshold and be heard."
