The mountains were tall, and the Emperor was far away. The countryside was base, and the people's hearts were spoiled. In the present Qing Kingdom, all officials were under the powerful surveillance of the Overwatch Council. The rule of governance was clear like it had never been before. However, the Overwatch Council was, after all, an abnormal organization. It was impossible for it to control every detail of a kingdom, particularly further down the command line. The more isolated it became, the more vile were the officials, a privileged social class.
Dazhou was an isolated province. Although the bailiffs and officials there couldn't be said to be like wolves and tigers, it was clear they weren't good people who loved the common people as their own, particularly on such a blazing summer day. The sun had drawn the smelly sweat from the bailiffs' bodies and blazed away much of their intelligence.
