"Heartless?"
Zhao Yan lightly brushed his fingers over the memorial on the dragon desk, then suddenly let out a soft laugh as he threw the document onto the floor at Meng Daoqing’s feet with a sharp *thud*.
"Grand Secretary, you might as well take a look at who ended up lining their private coffers with the disaster relief funds allocated by the imperial court for the Jiangnan floods five years ago."
Chapter 136