At the third quarter of the Mao hour, as the first rays of dawn pierced the window paper, Jiang Wan had already been sitting in the accounting room for two hours. Seven ledgers were piled on her desk. On the bottom edge of the top ledger, which recorded the grain shop’s cash flow, there remained a tea stain she had dropped the previous night. Lüluo pushed the door open, carrying a bowl of hot porridge. Seeing the dark circles under Jiang Wan’s eyes, she couldn't help but sigh softly: "Miss, you didn't close your eyes again last night?"
"Bring Accountant Wang to me." Jiang Wan rubbed her brows. Her fingertips glided over the word "loss," where the ink was vaguely tinged with a pale yellow—the corrosive mark of oxalic acid. Since the accounting scandal began, she had not left the room for five consecutive days, leaving the calming soup sent by the Marquis untouched on the corridor floor.
When Accountant Wang entered, he held a handkerchief, constantly wiping the cold sweat from his temples: "Eldest Miss, that inventory manifest from the silk shop you asked me to investigate yesterday..."
Chapter 84