"Chancellor Sòng, this doesn't quite look like something meant to 'guard against people,'" Han Zhi said, looking at items indistinguishable from an account book with a smile. "It looks much more like... something meant to settle scores in the future."
Sòng Xiáng stroked his beard, smiling slightly as well: "This old man merely jotted things down casually. If Junior Minister Han does not believe it, then this old man... has nothing more to say."
With that, Sòng Xiáng simply looked at Han Zhi with that smiling expression. This time, however, it was Han Zhi who began to feel rather uncomfortable. By all accounts, Sòng Xiáng—a Confucian scholar in his sixties—should have been the type to value his pride above all else, and under repeated questioning, would have embarrassedly and reluctantly admitted to it.
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