Xiaoxiao just returned with Yang Ming, feeling that the courtroom was entirely Magistrate's one-man show. There was no place for her to display her skills; her only role seemed to be kneeling.
She really didn't want to go there anymore, finding it terribly difficult to communicate with that kind of person. She was more suited to being a humble farm girl.
"Yang Ming, if you ever become an official, don't be so haughty! You must speak nicely!"
"..." Haughty? What does that mean?
"I don't like that kind of official!"
"Then what kind of person do you like?" If his wife didn't like that kind of person, what did she like?
After thinking for a moment, Xiaoxiao said, "Well, how to put it! They should at least be approachable and down-to-earth, yeah, just kind and amiable people."
