Early the next morning, Meng Fang got up and hurried to the morning court session.
Well, to be honest, he hadn't gotten much sleep the previous night, having been tormented by the palace's etiquette officials all night long.
He was manipulated into learning various postures and had every tiny fault picked at—this wasn't right, that wasn't right; there was scarcely anything they saw fit!
Meng Fang, a man of humble village origins, had truly never imagined that so much attention to detail was required for an audience with the monarch.
Fortunately, he now also had considerable cultivation, so going without rest for one night was nothing concerning.
At this moment, he had already taken his place quietly before the great hall, silently waiting.
But before him, many military generals had already arrived and were waiting here even earlier.
"Is this General Meng Fang?"
"Indeed, it is I. May I ask..."
"I am Bai Fu!"
"I am Wang Jian!"
"I am Qin Yue!"
"I am Fei Shen!"