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"The Jinyiwei you brought, he, he…"
After swallowing hard, Li Kuan gripped Zhou Li's hand tightly. The face of the Prefect, who had always been composed and meticulous, showed a look of "terror" for the first time:
"He's sick, he's sick!"
Li Kuan was not corrupt himself, but that did not mean he was oblivious to the ways of the world. Thus, upon learning that the two Jinyiwei were heading to his residence, he prepared six taels of silver, intending to present them as a gesture of good faith. Standing at the entrance of the County Government Office, Li Kuan greeted the young man and the middle-aged Jinyiwei with a smile and approached them.
Then…
"You, a distinguished Prefect, still have patches on your clothing, what image does that present?"
