The Golden Scale Guards, the Silver Crane Guards, the Minister of Revenue, Twenty thousand refugees, tens of thousands, or even more, in embezzled silver. With such an enormous scale, from the ailing Prime Minister Shi bedridden at home, to the minor officials managing the Eastern Market of Chang'an, everyone hurriedly climbed out of their homes and rushed to their posts, afraid that a single moment of negligence would cost them their hats or their heads. Some matters are like this, it’s not the powerful officials’ secret investigations that are truly terrifying, but the collective scrutiny of an entire court. With so many hands at play, everyone wants to tamper with something, and everyone could uncover something. The more people involved, the wider the net spreads, and the more flaws inevitably appear. Moreover, since ancient times, water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it. Even the most cunning ruler must fear the voices of the people. Thus, the twenty thousa...
"This, this, this…!" Was this something he should be hearing?! Liu Chou'er widened his eyes, wanting to say something but not knowing where to start. In the end, he could only sincerely remark, "Prince Xiangding is truly no ordinary man." What do you mean, "no ordinary man"? Gu Fang couldn’t even be considered human. Jing Xuan no longer cared about his current appearance as a young lady. He sat boldly across from Liu Chou'er and slammed down the labor contract that Xie Buzi had sent to the palace in front of him. "Stop stammering. Just tell me, do you have a way to get this kind of medicine or not? If not, then pay up." "No, no, no!" The mere mention of money was like a death sentence to Liu Chou'er. He quickly said, "When did I ever say I couldn’t? Just wait." With that, he rushed into the house. The sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets followed, and soon Liu Chou'er came running back out, pa...