Lu Qingtian!
The master and servant inside the carriage were both stunned when they heard this word.
Isn't Lu Yan being in Shannan County a source of both divine and popular resentment?
Why do people still call him "Justice"?
What exactly happened?
"Lu Qingtian is a great man! He renovated the county government office to be bright and spacious, attracting merchants from all over to do business here. People from neighboring counties no longer say that we are poor and bad people from remote areas. We people from Shannan are proud!"
"Furthermore, the construction of this road makes it easier for us country folks to go to the city for work. This is much better than staying at home tending a few acres of land and relying on the weather for our livelihood!"
The old coachman would talk endlessly about Magistrate Lu, praising him to the skies.
Qiao'er thanked her and lowered the carriage curtain.
"Qiao'er, why do the old coachman and Wan Minshu say completely opposite things? Who is telling the truth?"
Chen Qingwan was somewhat puzzled.
“Your Majesty, I still think that Liu Changsheng, as a former scholar who passed the imperial examination, was a learned man who followed the ways of the sages and upheld the teachings of a gentleman. His words are more credible.”
"As for this old coachman, he was probably bribed by that Mr. Lu, who used sweet words to flatter him!"
Qiao'er analyzed.
After all, in the entire history of the Great Ning Kingdom and even the entire Central Plains, there had never been such an eccentric person as Lu Yan, nor such a strange event as Shannan County.
According to the words of the sages, this is a complete perverse act, going against the will of Heaven, how could it possibly be supported by the people!
Chen Qingwan hesitated. As an empress, she naturally knew that so-called saints and gentlemen were really just that kind of people. Sometimes, what they said was not as honest as what the old farmers in the fields said.
As she was thinking, the carriage stopped.
"Ladies, we've arrived at the city toll station. There's another traffic jam today. Why don't you get out and rest for a while?"
The old coachman's voice rang out.
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