Chapter 21: The Production Team
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Snowflakes, soft as cotton, continued to drift down.
Pang Yukun walked through the snow-covered courtyard, his shoulders dusted with white. When he reached Xiao Ming, he bowed and said, “Your Highness.”
“No need for formalities. Come warm yourself by the coal briquette stove, Pang Longshi,” Xiao Ming said.
Pang Yukun was dressed in thin garments, his face slightly purple from the cold. Unlike in modern times, where every household had padded coats and down jackets, warm clothing was a luxury in Dayu. Pang Yukun, for one, could not afford it.
Shivering from the cold, Pang Yukun replied, “Your Highness, rank must be observed. I shall stand.”
Xiao Ming was already familiar with Pang Yukun’s rigid nature. Over the past month, every time Xiao Ming did something unconventional, Pang Yukun would sternly reprimand him without the slightest regard for the fact that he was a prince.
Curious about this, Xiao Ming had asked Ziyuan and Lüluo about him and finally understood.
It was simple—before being assigned to Qingzhou, Pang Yukun had been a censor in Chang’an.
In other words, his official duty was to take a salary for doing nothing but scrutinizing others for mistakes. Censors were of low rank, but they had the authority to criticize anyone—from minor officials to grand ministers, even the emperor himself.
This was because of an unspoken rule passed down through dynasties—censors were not to be executed.
Any emperor who dared to kill a censor would be branded a tyrant.