Chapter 7 — The Thousand-Nyang Lawyer (4)
Kim Jiseok stared at Doyul, lost in complicated thoughts.
Young man... why are you here when you should be devoting yourself to your studies?
Doyul was clearly not an oejibu.
He was poor, yes, but undoubtedly a respectable commoner preparing for the main state examination.
And yet he had appeared in court representing a merchant?
What exactly had happened?
There was something else bothering Kim Jiseok too.
...Then were you the one who wrote that petition?
The petition's contents had been so shocking and unusual that when the magistrate first read it, he assumed an ignorant merchant had carelessly confessed his own wrongdoing.
Even then, he'd wondered why the handwriting was far too neat for an ordinary merchant.
But now it appeared that the brilliant young scholar before him had written it.
...Just what are you thinking?
Hiding his emotions, the magistrate questioned Doyul.
"Plaintiff's representative, explain why you have appeared in the plaintiff's place."
Doyul answered casually.
"Well, you see, Ppaengi apparently overeaten last night and developed terrible stomach pains. Heaven knows what he ate, but the smell was awful and he kept running back and forth to the latrine. It looked rather pitiful, so after speaking with him briefly, I came in his place."
"...What?"
Kim Jiseok's eyebrow twitched.
Normally, when a representative explained why he was appearing for someone else, even a minor inconvenience would be exaggerated into some unavoidable crisis.
But Doyul spoke as casually as though he had merely come to substitute for someone doing routine administrative work.
Feeling something was strange, Kim Jiseok immediately looked toward Park Jeongdo.
Did you arrange this?
Sometimes one side would bribe the other party's representative to secure victory.
It was the first possibility that came to mind.
...That lunatic. Doesn't he even understand what a lawsuit is? Ppaengi, you fool. You dug your own grave just to save a little money!
But judging by the genuinely dumbfounded expression Park Jeongdo wore while looking at Doyul, it didn't seem he had arranged anything.
Then why...?
In principle, representatives existed to substitute for parties who had unavoidable reasons preventing them from attending court.
So the magistrate couldn't object to the reason itself.
Still, a representative who behaved too casually would inevitably make a bad impression.
If Doyul wasn't careful, his presence could prove worse than simply not appearing at all.
Kim Jiseok spoke with obvious displeasure.
"...Kang Doyul, representative of Plaintiff Ppaengi. Your reason for attending has been noted."
Seeing the magistrate's frown, Jeongmu could barely suppress his laughter.
Hahaha! Where did that idiot Ppaengi find another idiot like this? Winning the magistrate's favor is the most basic principle of litigation. Even in the worst case, this will be an easy victory!
But although Doyul stood under everyone's gaze with an easygoing expression, his mind was as cold and sharp as a drawn blade.
This was all part of the plan.
...Don't forget the objective.
The goal of this lawsuit was not to defeat the opposing side or crush Dolmok and Jeongmu.
The only goal was the safety of his client, Ppaengi.
And achieving that required a strategy separate from merely winning the lawsuit.
If the only issue were whether the fraudulent contract was valid, Ppaengi or even Donggu could have appeared and easily gotten it declared invalid.
But afterward...
What if the magistrate declared that the agreement was invalid yet still punished Ppaengi?
Then they would have won the lawsuit in name while losing in reality.
The strategy for winning a lawsuit and the strategy for achieving the client's actual objective were not necessarily the same.
That was why Doyul had to act carefree despite how unnatural it felt.
He needed to create an atmosphere of looseness.
"...Both representatives have now appeared. We shall begin the trial. Kang Doyul, representative of the plaintiff, state the grievance suffered by your client."
At Kim Jiseok's words, Doyul answered in a loose, almost indifferent tone.
"Ah. Yes. Apparently, Plaintiff Ppaengi made a written agreement with Defendant Dolmok concerning the sale of tangerines..."
He scratched his cheek.
"But things seem to have gotten a little strange, so we've come to confirm that the agreement is invalid."
Doyul spoke as casually as if he were reading from a schoolbook.
The reaction from the crowd exploded instantly.
"What?! Did I hear him correctly?"
"What in the world is this?"
"That man's gone insane!"
"What the hell is that shameless bastard thinking?"
"He's completely lost his mind! Coming to the government office and behaving like this!"
As Doyul expected, the people's reaction was intense.
"What a shameless wretch!"
"No need to hear another word!"
"Beat that bastard senseless right now!"
...Hahaha. Just what are you planning?
Kim Jiseok, presiding over the trial, nearly laughed from disbelief.
Even a three-year-old child knew that an agreement to buy and sell precious tangerines meant for royal tribute would be invalid.
And yet...
What had the representative just said?
He had proudly brought an agreement involving royal tribute tangerines before the government office and asked the magistrate to confirm that it was invalid?
You surely know that this itself creates a problem... So what are you thinking?
The Great Ming Code contained punishments for smuggling.
But this situation could not clearly be called smuggling.
Nor could it clearly be called innocent.
It was somewhere in the realm of preparation and conspiracy.
That inevitably made the final judgment dependent on the magistrate's discretion.
Kim Jiseok questioned Doyul.
"...It is perfectly reasonable and obvious that a written agreement to sell tangerines meant for royal tribute would be invalid. However, secretly buying and selling goods belonging to the state is a grave offense. Why did you submit this petition? Does the plaintiff wish to confess and seek reduced punishment?"
Doyul answered as though the matter were trivial.
"Plaintiff Ppaengi never had even the slightest intention of illegally selling royal tribute tangerines."
Naturally, the watching commoners erupted.






