Xing Tie: Wait a minute! How come Weng Xing has two saviors?

"Third, establish a 'People's Livelihood Direct Complaint Day'."

Three days a week, all commoners in the Holy City, regardless of their status, can go to the Senate Square to directly present their grievances and demands to the senators on duty that day.

Each rotating senior member must personally receive the individual, record detailed information, and submit a complete handling plan and follow-up report before the end of the day.

Bai Mo looked at the faces of several noble elders who usually treated commoners like ants, and they had turned green.

Imagine them sitting in the square, enduring the sweat, cries, and even insults of ordinary people, and having to "take detailed notes"? That's torture!

"Fourth," Bai Mo's voice carried a hint of mockery, "in order to ensure the 'fairness and impartiality' and 'collective wisdom' in the handling of government affairs, all decisions made by the Senate must be reviewed by all members of the Senate."

For each proposal, every elder must express a clear opinion, explain the reasons, and have it recorded.

Any abstention or perfunctory statement will be considered a breach of duty.

This means endless meetings, arguments, finger-pointing, and blame-shifting; every decision will be a long and painful tug-of-war, and no one can escape unscathed.

"Fifth," Bai Mo added finally, his tone casual yet heavy, "all administrative results will be compiled into a book regularly and posted in Holy City Square for public scrutiny and evaluation by all citizens."

Citizen satisfaction will be directly incorporated into the core indicators of the monthly performance evaluation of each elder statesman, and will be linked to the amount of tax reduction or exemption for each family's monthly property search... cough cough... I mean, "taxes."

Absolute silence.

There was only heavy breathing and the uncontrollable chattering of teeth.

The stench of blood from last night seemed to emanate from the sword in front of Bai Mo, mingling with the despair rising in the hearts of the elders.

Handling mountains of official documents by hand? Working eighteen hours a day?

Sleeping in a cold council chamber? Enduring the spittle of ordinary people? Getting caught up in endless meeting arguments?

They even want to lay out their "achievements" for the common people to judge and criticize, which could even affect their family's wealth.

This isn't working together; it's blatant torture disguised as government affairs!

It's like cutting flesh with a dull knife! It's a form of torture designed to drain the last bit of their energy, dignity, and pleasure!

This was a hundred times more painful than killing them outright! Katniss being beheaded with a single sword stroke became the most swift and painless release!

Bai Mo admired the expressions of fear and despair on their faces, expressions even more terrifying than those of someone about to be beheaded, feeling a cold yet satisfied feeling inside.

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Chapter 84 Xi Lian: As expected, Bai Mo is still the same old salted fish.

He bowed slightly, performing an impeccable courtesy, his voice still gentle and polite, yet like the most deadly poison:

"Then, for the sake of the Holy City's stability and Ohm's glory, we will trouble you, Elders."

Please take good care of yourself. We have a long future ahead of us.

Finally, Bai Mo picked up the bloodstained sword and planted it in the marble floor of the exit.

Then, he left the Senate.

That composed figure, in the eyes of the elders, was more terrifying than the demons of the deepest hell.

They finally understood—

Bai Mo's decision to "spare their lives" is a sentence more cruel than death itself.

Bai Mo wanted them to work for Aglaia until they died!

They didn't even dare to think of resisting, because the bloodstained sword at the door was the clearest warning.

They could only slowly exhaust their lives and will amidst mountains of files, endless arguments, the curses of ordinary people, and extreme lack of sleep.

It became the fastest-wearing and most painful consumable on the cold machine that maintained the "stability" of the Holy City.

Bai Mo has been an elder of the holy city of Onpharos for some time now.

At first, Xi Lian, Bai E, and others were quite worried, fearing that this newly promoted elder statesman would be quickly swallowed up by endless paperwork, meetings, and power struggles, just like Ms. Aglaia, becoming busy, alienated, and even tainted with the coldness of a politician.

However, their worries soon turned into a helpless and frustrating situation.

They discovered that Elder Bai Mo's most "laborious" and time-consuming "official duty" every day seemed to be struggling to get out of bed in the early morning, then tying on an apron and preparing a sumptuous breakfast for Xi Lian and Bai E in the kitchen.

As for the mountains of documents and headache-inducing agendas in the Senate? Ha, he doesn't seem to have considered putting much effort into those matters.

"Sure enough, someone as lazy as Bai Mo, even if you put him in the elder's seat, he'll just find the most comfortable position to slump in. How could he possibly take the initiative to find something to do?" This was Xi Lian's accurate comment, which was unanimously agreed upon by everyone.

Marble Palace, High-Temperature Bathing Area Corridor.

The warm pool water steamed with wisps of white vapor, and the smooth, mirror-like marble floor reflected the dome reliefs of the colonnade.

Having just dealt with a minor conflict between immigrants from Suspended Peak City and local residents of Ohema caused by differences in cultural customs, Bai Mo and Wan Di walked side by side along the corridor, the atmosphere somewhat somber.

"I'm sorry, Bai Mo." Wan Di, the Crown Prince of Xuanfeng, known for his bravery and resilience, spoke with a rare hint of defeat and a barely perceptible weariness in his voice.

"It is because I have failed in my duty and failed to properly restrain and guide my people that these kinds of disputes have occurred repeatedly, causing you trouble."

His bronze face appeared sharply defined in the misty steam, his brows furrowed, clearly regarding this minor incident as a dereliction of duty.

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo casually waved his hand, his movements so relaxed that they were completely different from the brief display of authority he had displayed during the mediation earlier.

“You don’t need to apologize, Medmos. Ultimately, the people of Suspended Peak just need more time to adapt to the rules and life in Ohmmar.”

Moreover…” he changed the subject, “Regarding that farce just now, I think the responsibility lies 70-80% with those few Ohmah thugs. You Suspended Peak people just reacted a bit too strongly, but your initial intention was self-defense.”

Bai Mo stopped, his voice softening but becoming more solemn: "Since I made a promise to unite everyone at the Citizens' Assembly, I must do my best to eliminate these conflicts caused by differences. This is my duty."

Wan Di's tense expression eased slightly, and he nodded: "I believe you, Bai Mo."

But then he paused, his steely gaze sweeping over his surroundings with a hint of confusion, especially at the young women in Ohmama-style dresses who were faintly visible behind some of the columns at the other end of the corridor. They seemed to be glancing in here unintentionally, whispering and their eyes shining.

"But... come to think of it, have you noticed... that the way people around you are looking at you seems a little... strange?"

Wan Di struggled to find the right words, his brow furrowing repeatedly. "Or is it that... girls in Ohma are all naturally so... uh, friendly and... enthusiastic?"

He eventually chose these two words, but his tone still sounded very reluctant and incomprehensible.

"Hmm?" Bai Mo raised an eyebrow and looked around with interest, following Wan Di's gaze.

Sure enough, many women in Ohmma who looked like young girls or young women were pretending to admire the scenery or chat, but their shifty eyes and slightly flushed cheeks betrayed their true focus.

Bai Mo thought he understood everything, then smiled and gently nudged the uncomfortable Wan Di with his elbow:

"Oh, you mean this? Medmos, the romantic city, has a more open and warm atmosphere, and people know how to appreciate 'beauty,' which should be considered their traditional characteristics."

Bai Mo teased again, "What? Could it be that our serious and stern Crown Prince Xuanfeng has been... stirred up by the girls?"

"Hmph!" Wan Di, like a lion whose tail had been stepped on, immediately crossed his arms over his chest, raised his head, his jawline taut, and retorted in a hard voice:

"Ridiculous! How could that be? The word 'dating' doesn't exist in our Suspended Peak people's dictionary!"

Bai Mo laughed so hard his shoulders shook. "Alright, alright, I bet the word 'Xuanfeng' doesn't even exist in your dictionary."

"Alright, I'm not teasing you anymore. Hmm... judging by the time, I should go back and prepare dinner for Sister Xilian. If I'm late, I'm afraid I'll get a scolding."

Carrying the groceries he bought along the way, Bai Mo pushed open the familiar wooden gate to the courtyard. The courtyard was fragrant with flowers and plants, yet unusually quiet.

"Hmm? Is Sister Xilian not home today? Why is there no sound at all?"

The room was quiet.

Bai Mo put down his things, walked around the various rooms, and finally found the pink figure almost buried in the books at the desk by the window in the corner of the study.

Xi Lian was lying on the table, staring intently at the surface. She didn't even notice him coming in. She was completely absorbed in what she was watching, and every now and then she would let out a very soft, ambiguous laugh or gasp. Her fingers unconsciously traced patterns on the table.

"Oh, you're studying so hard today? Sister Xilian, you've really worked hard."

Bai Mo chuckled inwardly, a warm feeling of affection welling up inside him. "I'll have to add a couple more of her signature dishes later to treat her properly."

He tiptoed closer, wanting to see what fascinating book or story could captivate her so much.

Chapter 85 Xiaodie: Writing by Imperial Decree? How could I have such a dream?

Bai Mo's cheek was almost touching Xi Lian's soft hair as he asked softly with a smile, "Sister Xi Lian, what are you looking at? You're so engrossed that you didn't even notice I came back..."

"Ahhhhhh—!" Xi Lian shuddered violently like a startled rabbit, letting out a short and sharp scream.

She sprang up as if electrocuted, frantically trying to close the book and cover it tightly, her face instantly turning as red as a ripe tomato, her eyes filled with panic.

"Bai... Bai Mo! When... when did you get back?! Why... why was there no sound at all?!"

"Sister Xilian, what are you hiding?" Bai Mo was amused by her overreaction, finding it both infuriating and hilarious. "It's just a book, nothing shameful, why are you making such a fuss..."

His words stopped abruptly.

Snapped--! ! !

With lightning speed, he firmly pressed down on the "masterpiece" that was trying to be hidden!

Because in that fleeting moment when Xi Lian frantically tried to cover himself, he still clearly caught a glimpse of the book's cover title—

"Urgent! I'm a new recruit in Ohma, and both an Ohma elder and the Crown Prince of Suspended Peak are interested in me. What should I do?"

If it were merely an outrageous book title, it might not prove anything.

Author: Purple Fluttering Moth

This is a huge problem!!!

"Little... Little Bai Mo... Please let me explain..." Xi Lian's voice still held onto the last glimmer of hope.

Bai Mo took a deep breath, as if he was about to uncover not a novel, but some world-class secret.

With a sense of impending doom, he resolutely turned the pages of the book.

The paragraphs that randomly catch the eye have delicate handwriting but wild content:

[…Not everyone will like this, so I won't pad the word count; I'll put it in the comments section…]

Bai Mo: "..."

His expression froze completely, his brain seemingly crashing ten times over by the most violent black tide.

He seemed to understand why he and Wan Di had attracted so much attention from women in the Cloud Stone Heavenly Palace.

If I had to describe his inner thoughts at this moment, it would probably be like this:

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Xi Lian let out a desperate sob, completely giving up resistance, burying her face, which was so hot it could fry an egg, deep into her interlaced fingers and scattered pink hair, even the tips of her ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

In a secluded courtyard somewhere in the holy city.

Bai Mo, expressionless, gently pushed the book with the ordinary cover but shocking content in front of Xia Die.

Xia Die's expression, which had been somewhat languid and curious, froze the moment she saw the book, and the color drained from her face at a visible speed.

(Bai Mo: Mrs. Die, you don't want Bai E and Wan Di to see this book, do you?)

After both of them remained silent for a while, Bai Mo finally spoke.

“Xia Die, you… forget it. It's too late now, there's no point in trying. So…”

Xia Die's heart was in her throat, after all, she was indeed in the wrong.

But then Bai Mo changed the subject: "...Right now, I have a favor to ask, and I can't do it without you."

Xia Die was surprised at first, then immediately replied, "Lord Bai Mo, please...please give your orders!"

Her voice trembled slightly from nervousness, but more so from the eagerness of someone who had survived a close call.

Bai Mo leaned forward slightly: "I have always known clearly that words... possess power."

It can weave beautiful dreams, or incite hatred; it can heal wounds, or tear hearts apart.

He looked directly into Xia Die's somewhat bewildered eyes and said, word by word, "Ms. Xia Die, would you be willing to attempt some 'minor' interpretive work in your next... or the next 'work', under your brilliant pen?"

For example, the straightforward and somewhat brutal war customs and dueling culture of the Suspended Warriors can be cleverly interpreted as... well, a unique romance belonging to warriors, full of blood and loyalty?

Could the overly extroverted and passionate pursuit of the Ohma people be interpreted as... a ritualistic and competitive declaration of war against other members of the same sex in the struggle for the favor of a desirable mate?