Bianjing was small—so small that one could walk just a few steps to visit a friend's house. Yet Bianjing was also vast, so vast that as Han Zhi sat here in the official office of the Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review waiting for news from Zhang Xun and Wáng Pénglǎo, time felt agonizingly slow.
"Ahem..." He cleared his throat, trying to regain a semblance of solemnity suitable for investigating a case. His gaze returned to the ledger, and that string of numbers became glaringly clear once again. "Twenty thousand strings of tea vouchers... just how much silver is that..."
He muttered under his breath, his fingers tapping unconsciously against his knee as if calculating a colossal expense. "How many roasted geese could that buy for Xiaoxigua and Erxigua to eat..."
Chapter 454