Just over an hour ago, in Hanyuan Pavilion, located within Dantu County, the administrative center of Zhenjiang.
Li Yan was holding a wine cup, smiling yet not smiling, looking at his dear friend and colleague who was sitting across from him — Shen Yuanhui, the naval Qianzong from Zhenjiang.
"Shouldn't you give me an explanation, Qianzong Shen? My family's weapons and armor have fallen into your hands, haven't they? Do you need me to call my family's Guanshi Xing to confront you?"
Shen Yuanhui, a middle-aged, medium-built, square-faced and large-eared military minister responded with a pallid expression, "There's nothing to explain. As you said, I colluded with your family's Guanshi Xing to take away the weapons and armor from your family's domain. That bastard is so greedy. For a few dozen blades and seventeen sets of armor, he charged me three thousand teals of patterned silver."
