Zhou Shuren held an umbrella; two storehouses were already filled to the brim, all with silver and jewels that had been searched out today. Today's haul had to be accounted for, as the actual silver needed to be deposited into the national treasury by tomorrow.
Zhou Shuren echoed Qiu Yan's words, "Indeed, who could have thought that someone in the capital had hidden so much for so many years? I just heard from someone reporting to the Grand Master of Writing that several shops were sealed, including two antique stores. They'll bring back whatever they find once it's appraised."
The rain made Qiu Yan feel cold to begin with, and now he felt a chill to the bone, "It's terrifying."
He could imagine that if the Emperor had not purged the capital, and someone had struck unexpectedly, without any chance to be on guard, the casualties within the capital would be untold, and they would have been the primary targets.
