Qin Wei reached down and picked up one of the fallen ledgers. It was thick, easily the size of a brick. He flipped through the pages casually.
"Just look at this," he said aloud, showing it to the guy. "Two to three hundred pages in this one alone. You said there were twenty-two of these? That's over six thousand pages."
He looked up, meeting Li Shimin's increasingly sour gaze.
"Even if half the pages were empty, that's still three thousand pages. Ten to twenty entries per page... let's say fifteen on average. That's forty-five thousand entries for one person to process overnight. What did you expect him to be, Tong Tai Sheng?"
Li Shimin blinked, not recognizing the reference, but clearly catching the tone of mockery.
The smirk on his face twisted into a scowl in an instant.
Without a word, he kicked the injured servant aside with a dismissive shove and began walking toward Qin Wei with slow, deliberate steps.
Vanessa tensed, instinctively gripping the tray tighter.
