The accounting ledgers of the grain warehouse in Chill South County were full of discrepancies and couldn't withstand scrutiny, and the Magistrate of Cangnan County didn't plan to give an explanation. He just hoped that Shang Junyan would encounter a deadly accident; once the Imperial Envoy was dead, the matter would naturally be dropped.
Or to say, if the court were to send another Imperial Envoy, as long as it wasn't someone as incorruptible as Shang Junyan, they could manipulate and suppress the matter.
If the Crown Prince hadn't arrived so quickly, Shang Junyan would have been in danger this time.
Lying pale-faced on the bed, Shang Junyan watched the Crown Prince, who was examining case files by the light of an oil lamp. His Highness's expression carried a layer of sternness, looking quite terrifying.
Feeling a tickle in his throat, Shang Junyan couldn't help but let out a light cough.
